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The Rambling Mind, Of "Me"

In a world where humans adapt to their environment.
Should their environment not be stable?
Should they not,
simply be able?
Able to exist,
absent fear?
Such simplicity,
is essentially an impossibility.
For,
I know so many that fear,
their own family.
Father's and mother's unsuited for such a description.
Shaping a being that deems themselves insignificant.
thereby also seeing each,
with much indifference.
The severity of an abused mind.
A mind in constant fear,
struggling to stay alive.
Or simply existing as someone's sexual desires. The depravity of humanity.
Even towards its seed.
Even towards what one deems,
their legacy.
Even towards eyes they always see.
Simply amazes me.
Humans exist absent a line they shall never cross.
Absent a need to comprehend the cost of human loss.
I wonder,
if one's mind is undiscovered,
is this how we see each other?
If the only thing one can comprehend,
is the way each adapts to their current situation?
One's action tendencies attributable
to the life they've seen.
As each second,
perception alters progression.
Forming new coping mechanisms,
thy human uses as a weapon.
To confuse conformity with the simplicity of forming.
Is to lack comprehending what natural means.
The authenticity in human identity.
We,
mere entities,
are untethered to a single society.
Seemingly being able to identify,
with human,
entirely.
©lamarcus12