I have revived my indifference and
given to charity what happiness I
held. Why do I not get volunteer hours
for the sweat and energy I put into
making these empty shells accept who
we are?

I do not want a title, nor do I want a
statistical placement in the government's
office. I'd rather not have my life
printed on a paper, put in a file for the
world to possibly access.

My genetic code is private and should not
my sexuality, my religion, my labels be
just as so? Though we fight to know what
we are made of, we fight to prove we're
made of more than muscle.

How has the human race evolved? We've
attained a superiority complex, a large
brain that we cannot be rid of unless directly
taking a hammer to the skull of the problem.

Humanity is nothing without an ego to support it.