I wanted to be
Exceptionally different
Exceptionally profound
Exceptionally amazing.

But I am left to face
The mediocrity
Of my existence
And yet I'm okay
With it
Because
Why shouldn't I be?

I'm a nobody
No one
For now.

But just because I don't feel the urge
To send myself spiraling after people
Whose only intentions are to break me
Doesn't mean I'm heartless
Doesn't mean I feel less
Doesn't mean I'm useless.

And no,
I'm not angry.
This isn't anger.
This is a realization
That I am okay
With who I am
And where I am
And that I don't need
Exceptionally painful
Reminders
To keep going.

I don't need to forget,
But I don't need to relive
All that has been done.

I have found
That I am content
With
The life I lead of introspection and unsaid monologues
On feelings I won't profess because they were never cared to be heard of,
And consideration and compassion
For all beings
Even those that have left me scarred and burned.

I am euphoric
With being a lover of words
And a lover of my Bluebird.

I am gladly living
A life of stubborn pride
And gentle smiles
And kind tones,
Holding the hand of another
Who would gladly walk hand in hand beside me.

I wanted to be
Exceptionally smart
Exceptionally beautiful
Exceptionally skilled,
But instead,
It seems
I am
Exceptionally happy.