its peculiar, i suppose
how much i love poetry and music
and how sorely i fail to create it
i guess i never got the prodigal gene
that one in two people seem to have
i am uncomfortably average
in a world full of above average people
and no, im not okay with that
i never will be
but i am not the type to try
i am not the type to push past boundaries
i am the type to stare at my ceiling
wishing up tears that fail to come
and feeling like a fake and a fraud
even in my own body
what emotions are mine?
what emotions are fabrications of what i think i should be feeling?
i feel like tv static
