Nothing Special
I’m no string of pearls,
No shiny jewel lying silent in the dirt,
Waiting to be discovered.
I can’t look in the mirror and say
“You’re precious”
Or “you’re rare”.
I don’t think I am,
I never have.
So I write to let my feelings out,
Wear too much black eyeliner,
Act like a walking contradiction,
Stand out too much to ever fit in.
But I’m still just another candle
On the altar of life,
Sometimes lighting up the darkness
And sometimes just burning in the daylight,
Useless.
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