i'm nothing special.
i'm just a collection of thin bones and heavy thoughts.
people think i'm special.
and they get to know me
only for me to teach them that i'm a bother.
i'm a bore and i'm sad.
i'm distant and i'm best at pushing people away.
i want to explore but i'm terrified
and they think i'm not interested.
i'm bland and i'm dying.
i don't matter. i'm just matter.