How do we know we're human?
We all feel emotion, inconsistent and powerful like the ocean.
We don't always know why we feel the way we do. Sometimes we feel blue, and the reason why, we haven't a clue.
Sometimes we're overflowing with joy. But other times we want to punch those who annoy.
At times we're just serene, neither feeling like a queen, or the size of a lowly bean.
What could all of this mean?
We're humans... and probably teens.
I love how you put this into a poem.
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This sounds like me mom ("Calm down, you're just a moody teeanger...") but I like it SO much more coming from you. Loved this.