A human soul is dangerous enough to kill you, to save you, to break you to make you. I have seen every level of danger and never met one so treacherous as a human.

Humans are heartless beings with something beating in their chests, they are clueless to their surroundings and only want what is best for themselves. So what am I? I was born into the most dangerous galaxies, with the most frightening history, am I human?

Humans don’t feel, emotions, I on the other hand feel every single thing. Every emotion, every physical being, every spiritual entity, I see them all. Am I human?

I whisper, I scream, I pound on the earth-breaking ground yet no one sees me. I am invisible to the human eye, I have a heart that is beating, I have the IQ of a genius, I have eyes that see, yet every human around me is blind.

Humans are rated overly dangerous because they do not understand the feeling of happiness, the radiant joy of being alive. They are depressing, bodies filled with melancholy. They are unhappy and despairing. Yet I am considered a human, placed on this Earth to save society from the dangers of humans. I guess that is why they say misery loves company. They are the misery I am just simply the company.

© Tess Graves