I used to think i was special,
the way my hair curled,
my deep brown eyes,
freckle adorned face.

That was before the
insomnia
the nights filled with
hate and sadness

The only deep thing about my eyes now
is the black shadows under them

My hair is limp, and no longer shines with
a naturally gorgeous golden glow.

my freckles have turned to little scars
the mini battlescars of adolescence.

It hurts, I don't feel special
I don't feel different.
If I'm not unique, am i
just another face in the crowd?

I'm a musician,
theres plenty of those to go round.
I produce my own music
So does the guy next door

How am I different
How can I make myself special again?
I want to be but I don't know how.
I'm just the same as everyone else.

Should I dye my hair again?
Get a piercing on my lip?
Doing that won't make me any different from
the people who gravitate round my lower class 'burb.

Sometimes, it feels like my life is a movie
I wasn't given a script
All i know is I'm here
till the credits roll

Maybe, I'll leave the cinema early,
Leave before the movie really finishes
Wouldn't that be nice?
No one really likes awkward horror films that much anyway.