What a piece of work is a man...

[plural]

how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty!
in form and moving how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world!
the paragon of animals!

And yet,

to me,

what is this quintessence of dust?

man delights not me:

no, nor woman neither,

though by your smiling you seem to say so.

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it is bizzare

for as much as I, from time to time

yearn for someone to understand me

it disturbs me, even frightens me

when someones does, even in part

when someone see through my charade of arrogance
to see that while confident, I am not immune to self doubt
while strong, I am not immune to pain

Often I wish I could explain
this peculiar state I am in

half god half monster

I like to think
from time to time
that I am my own master

but

like all things

it is true only to a degree

I

like everything else
have allegiances to which I must pay tribute

obligations and debts
which I must service

however unfortunate
or against whatever desires I may have
I do not resent these

for that is pointless

in our lives
we each have our lot
it is the hand we are dealt

but I do at times
wish that I had the opportunity to explain

the phone rings
but I cannot answer

no matter how much I desire to