And, I'm only human.

We're human, whose sometimes are so afraid of looking at each other's eyes and say, "I'm tired. I'm broken. I'm fallible."
Afraid to be associated with coldness, unworthiness.
Well, at the very time, I'd say, "H*ll it all."
H*ll all forced smiles, polite handshakes, and those thousands of I'm fine, thankyous.
We're humans. 
We're meant to feel.. We're meant to fall.
We're meant to cry.
We're not made of stone, or metal. 
Because we're flesh and bones.
With boiled blood courses through our cold, clammy hands. 
So, if we shall hide these human parts of ours, then what's else left to show?


Indira