people always look at the special kids
the smart ones, they're tired.
the rebelious ones, they're misunderstood.
the quiet ones, they're broken.
the extroverted ones, they're hurting silently.
but no one ever cares to glance at the average ones.
the people like me.
the ones that choose to keep to themselves,
but can socialize if the situation comes to it.
the ones that arent talented,
but they work hard to make it enough.
the ones that will try 'till bloodshed,
yet can get nothing more than average.
the ones that have no chance in leaving a mark in this world.
the ones that will be stuck as the background character.
the average ones, they want to be free.
out of this loop, where life is neither black nor white.
out of this situation, where everything is grey.
YOU ARE READING
black, grey, and nothing in between
Poetryfor the thoughts that are in my head, the words stuck in my throat, and the stinging on my chest. a story of how my thoughts progressed, and how much i've changed through the times... hopefully written in english TW: mentions of d34th and 5u1c1d3 my...
