I'm not the better half, I'm not the worst either. Not that we are equal or same You are just the best and the worst, The first and the last. I just lie between those two extremes, Never to surpass my lower and upper limits. Have you wondered what average feels like? What insignificant or common tastes like? Always being at the buffering state, Neither acid nor base, Neither hot nor cold, Just lukewarm. No distinct shape or colour Not white or black, Just grey.
This is my state of mind at the moment!
Not evil, not good. Just there, Lost in the shadows of time and space. Weren't we all born special? Aren't we all perculiar? Is this just my speciality? Never to be specially special but to be specially normal. Counted as part the masses. Never in the spotlight, But the one behind the spotlight. Do you care to think of me? Jack of all trades they say, Master at none
It seems hard to understand my plight; Difficult to comprehend the sight. You look down on me from that height And you say, "YOU MUST BE ALITTLE ALIGNED TO THE LEFT OR RIGHT"
The first poem I ever wrote. I was going through a tough time of fitting into everything.