"unlovable"

I have realized that I was never lovable,

I have realized that the ego fell too far

from the tree,

I wish I could be one of those

who seems to know

exactly how to help them

but I cannot

and for that I am sorry.

I am deeply, deeply,

deeply

regretful

yet as blood flows through my soul

I seem to forget that I am

a person,

I am not a soul

but I am a body

and a vessel,

a shell

and a suit

but never quite human,

never quite right,

never quite real,

never quite full of

the eros, the philia, storge

that they say

makes us

human.