When did I stop being human?

When did I stop being human?

A Poem by ||TorN✨Pretty||
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When does someone stop being a human? Why? What happened to being human?

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When did I stop being human
Was it when I changed my name a certain way?
When I asked you to call me something new
Because the original didn't sound right to say

When did I stop being human?
Was it when I was born to be this?
When my limbs and body matched your ideology
There must've been something I missed

When did I stop being human?
When I chose to follow my heart instead?
I didn't think it was much issue
When I went with where it lead

When did I stop being human?
When I learned to disagree with you?
I have my own thoughts and opinions
I just wanted to share them too

When did I stop being human?
Was it how I treat those with different skin?
I thought we should love each other
I thought we were to let them in

When did I stop being human?
Is the invisible issues the pain?
I'd like to choose not to have them
If I'd known they'd bring shame

When did I stop being human?
I don't think I did anything wrong
But I must not be human
You've acted so for so long

When did I stop being human?
I thought I was born to be one
You look a lot like me I swear
I'm not trying to be dumb

I want to understand your thoughts
I want to know what I did
At some point I wasn't human anymore
At that point, I was just a kid

When was I not a human?
There are things I want to know
There are few differences between us
So why do you see me so low?

When did I stop being human?
I was born to be this way
I didn't choose to be this
So tell me, if you may

When did I stop being human?

© 2025 ||TorN✨Pretty||


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Added on October 21, 2025
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