I just kinda want to disconnect myself from the world
Without telling a single person
and maybe just maybe prove myself wrong.

I’m worried about the bridges I’ll have to burn later.
So thinking about the well being of someone else
Makes those bridges seem farther and farther away

I’ve been…
Misguided in a world that held no future for a person of my standards
Been told what I could and could not do
But when asked for a guide that supposedly came when I entered this world
I was laughed at and told life had no manual
Yet if the former is true why am I being standardized on how to live my life?
Why am I the black sheep in the heard?
Since when was it a sin to be who I am?
With all the labels in the world
You chose to set me as an outcast and discard me from the rest
Though,
What do I have to complain about?
While you’ve forced everyone into a black and white world
You gave me one with all the colors that could ever be fused
You gave outcasts a place where they can truly be
So stick to your labeling company
All is well
But don’t you dare think you have any say
When it comes to me finding my way.

Sooner or later
I’ll start drowning in the weight of all the worries
That attached themselves calmly onto my ankles
And keep me at the bottom of the sea

But maybe the thoughts of you are like a life line that keeps me on the surface
Maybe if I reach out far enough I’ll find a way to unshackle the chains
So I can swim around freely without having to drown

Because believe me when I tell you
Drowning when there’s no water around
With invisible things that keep you bound
Is no way life should ever be.

There is always going to be someone better than me
And I’m not saying that because I feel like I have no talent
No skill
No way to make myself stand out
I’m saying that because there are seven billion people on this world.

Seven billion people on this pale blue world
And it terrifies me deeply that only a quarter can actually be taken care of.
And within those seven billion people there is bound to be someone who is exactly like me
Regardless of gender
Or race
Or sexuality
They are bound to be exactly like me

And what’s worse
They are probably better than me
At writing
At being a dork
At being hilarious
At being invisible
Hell they could have written a better version of this!

But let me tell you something
If you want to know my greatest trick in the world
It’s disappearing on the spot
Unnoticed by the human eye
And it’s probably the greatest trick I’ve ever pulled

And I’m not about to say I’m some ******* special snowflake
Or that I’m different from the rest
Because believe me
Some people have pulled this trick and it’s totally amazing to see
I’m telling you that no one see’s the invisible people.
Because even as I stand here reading this out loud
You probably just hear a voice echoing through the speakers
Wondering who the **** is even here
And even as I tell you how ******* invisible I am
You probably will never understand

Because as far as seven billion people go
Talent, skill and even creativity can only stretch so far
Hell even genetics can repeat itself a numerous amount of times
Because as far as seven billion people go
There are probably a handful who know

So let me tell you a little something about this trick
Where you can be totally invisible
Where white lines don’t even appear
Where once you stop being of use
Of convenience
Of matter
Of care
You stop existing
And while everyone else goes about their daily lives
You’re still stuck in a plane wondering how the ******* got there in the first place.
Even in instances where you think you’ve met a great bunch of folks
You finally figure out you’re just one huge cosmic joke

And hey you can say
I’ve mastered this nifty little trick
Because when other people start being a ****
I finally realize
Where I stand in their lives
So yeah I’m some special snowflake
But I prefer to be a cosmic joke since that’s a better take
Because as far as seven billion people go
I might be the only one who really knows.

Two roads diverged onto a yellow [road] and I took the one less traveled by
Yet
When I believed it to be the one that makes all the difference
I was robbed of the chances it would be adventurous.
I was robbed of probabilities that were high enough to be safe
I was given something that seemed to make less sense as it continued on
And even though it is less crowded
It still is given the same challenges as the populated one
Still goes to the same ending as the other one

So when you see a road diverging into more than one path
Do not follow the crowd because one thinks it will be easier
Do not go to the less traveled one because one thinks it will be better
Go to the one that shines with fluorescent colors that bellow one’s name.
The one that is deemed to be more adventurous
For when the road comes to an end
You can proudly say that the road you traveled on has indeed made all the difference
And if someone tells one otherwise
Then one may tell them  of the adventure they have been robbed of

I remember once when I was small
I’d cut the strands of my hair because they were too long

I’d used to paint my ****** features with waxy substances
But found that too tiresome
Words pained them instead.

I remember turning fear into a form of anger
For every creepy crawly that walced into my door
Deserved every shoe I could toss on the floor

I remember turning a very innocent crush
Into multiple stories that I’d tell myself once the night settled in

And I remember the feel of disappointment when I grew older
To know those stories never came into fruition

And I remember the feel of sadness when I lost myself into that imaginative world.
That knowledge that place wasn’t real
That knowledge that they weren’t real

I remember not so long ago someone once said the mad dreamed up a place
Because they ran away from what they did not want to face
Because the strange understood the way of the world

So perhaps all those strands I tossed out in the beginning
Were the strands that could lead me
To the world that could be