Define Human

         As I walk down the beach with the warm sand pressed against the bottom of my feet, and the gentle breeze bringing a new freshness to this whole scene I tell myself, "This is living." The whole idea of living is to enjoy the world. To experience new things in this world, but then I wake up from my dream...
         I am forced into a world where pain seems to be my only comfort and solitude my only friend. This is the place I live and I must deal with it, and by some idea of man I should be thankful for it. Because I am human and thus should be happy and proud. And if I am not as they say I should be then I am taking it for granted...
         I must continually say I am human. I am human. I... am... human... Am I human? something I once thought was such a simple question now haunts me. People say I am, but I do not feel like I belong. Is there something wrong with me? Am I just crazy? Should I get help? Perhaps...
         But I am sane enough to say that monsters can be human and that is what scares me the most. I fear that I may be a monster myself. The thoughts and ideas that have come from my head are often ridiculous, outlandish, and horrifying. Yet I cannot deny that they are apart of me.So I must continue to say I am Human. I am Human. I. Am. Human.