Do you know what a changeling is?
It is a child that was replaced with a lookailke,
Who knows too much and asks questions it should not
Speaks like a humanâ though its words are far too advanced for its apparent ageâ
It is, in all eyes, a human
I remember when i heard of the changelingâ
The concept of a child that was not what a child should be,
Something that was wise beyond its years
That seemed to understand things at a level
A 7, 8, 9 year old should not
Often i have wondered if i am a changeling,
Something that the fae placed where whatever my original was
And expected it to be fine
Or whatever a fae would think counts as âfineâ
I would say i understand humans
But i understand the creatures around me in a different way
I see the patterns that have allowed you all to surviveâ
Despite all odds (humanity should have been wiped out many many years ago
If we go by chance, odds and some form of statistics)--
The stubbornness of humanity
How you refuse to back down from challenges
That would otherwise be impossible
A fox would not nurture a kit
That has something wrong with itâ
Or what a fox would consider âwrongâ--
And yet humans have made it their purpose
From a standpoint of pure logicâ
Which i often find myself looking fromâ
But i understand what empathy is (i am not heartless as my mother believed when she still had breath in her rotting lungs)
So i understand why we help
And still i view humanity as something foreign
Something i have not fully decodedâ
Aliens to an extent though we inhabit the same realmâ
They are a cipher that i do not know the key to
An enigma machine would be unhelpful
For humans are not like those who used them
changelings are a concept
And i have yet to find the others
The ones who left me in the crib
Of a child that may have fit
In a world of illogicalâ
But compassionate creatures