it's how I stand unmoved, in times of sadness and pain;

my kingdom for a heart - not that of anyone else, but my own;

for what resides in me is naught but cold, processing logic, and animalistic instincts;

Is this my condition at work here? I know for one I am not really normal.

How does one define a human? Biologically our genes are all different; mentally I know I am set apart - not necessarily in a good way.

Can I even call myself human?

I dare not ask any more.

I am very disturbed.