I think that I am special.
I play RPGs with amazing characters,
I write crappy poems and stories
in an effort to feel special.
I say I am open minded,
tolerant and enlightened.
I debate how to set the world right
to make myself seem special.
But I am plain, ordinary, mundane.
Normal.
Walking along in life, like everyone else,
trying to delude myself that I am special.
I will never be interesting,
never be published,
never change the world.
I am not that special.
☮&♥
