I feel very ordinary
Nobody extraordinary
And it's boring, depressing, scary
Drowning in the abyss of normalityI do not feel talented
I feel fake, unbalanced, and
No matter how hard I try
I cannot seem to make my words artIs this me? Is this my dream?
Is it my future, or do I just yearn to seem
Different from the others, who spread hatred in our world?I don't know
Where should I start?
I cannot seem to make my words art
I want to be someone
And I'm sorry I don't have a sob-story like you
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.