A little poem I made

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Kare

New Member
Last friday I wrote this little poem about how that I don't feel like I am a human, but something else.
Here it is:

The Hunter inside

Am I human?
What makes me human?
I can almost all the time feel this presence inside me that seems to be the real me.
I can see myself jumping from rooftop to rooftop in cities.
And I feel more alive then I really do.
Deep down, I can feel that I might be a Predator at heart.
It feels as if I was born in the wrong body.
What am I really?
I can feel it wanting to come out, but I don't know how it want to come out.
Am I really human?
 

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ancientpredator

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Well done Kare. Good aproach still finding a strong human vibe in it. But also hidden something unreal, non-human...

P.S. I use more an urging feeling to hunt in my poems. Something which is very strong and almost uncontrolable hidden and waiting... I know that is also a part of my pred character.
 

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