Sightless Color

I'm just a boy. I'm nothing special. I get OK grades, again, nothing special. A's, B's, the occasional C.
But I'm "special". That is what they have labeled me. Society that is.
So this is a small part of my "special" life. A look into my own universe. A vision into my imagination. A view into my depth of existence. OK, maybe nothing that extreme.
This is my life that no one will ever understand. Not that I would want them to any way. I wouldn't wish this life on anyone.
Others have it worse, I know this fact, I promise I do, but that doesn't me that it helps. You can't tell Me about someone who's life makes my life look like heaven, and expect me to except my self for what I am. I'm not as "bad off" as some, but I sure as all get out ain't good.
And know that I'm not doing this for your pity. I get enough of that from eveyone else. I don't need it from total strangers too.
Well, enjoy I guess? I don't care. Do whatever you want. Well not whatever you want but... oh you know what I mean! Just read the dang book!