He said that blank pages are the hardest to fill,I was silent

He said that I’m different, I was silent

The reason for my silence? Everything

What I wanted, what I felt

What I needed, what I lacked and what I had

My hopes were sky high, unreachable high

My dreams were great, far beyond his understanding

My achievements were still few, fewer than what he felt

Yet all was fine, or so he thought

I thought about it, I analysed it

I examined myself about it,tried to be honest about it

I then realized that what he felt was blank

And what I felt was blank

His kind of blank?

That which was the hardest to fill due to lack of it

My kind of blank?

Something I’m still unaware of