The Average

Average people doing average things. Children at the park, swaying on the swings.

Children being children, undisclosed happiness. With no vague reason to be, they always seem the happiest.

I'm average. Possibly the most average you can find. I only write when I feel emotional or find time.

I blame it on my father, not often, but this especially. A loud "fuck you" to the man that never stressed me.

But writing makes me different, the epitome of change. In a meadow of emotions, with unexplainable range.

I fight until I win, and my writing comes with sin. I never show emotions, this is coming from within.

Never notice the pros, but well aware of the cons. Negativity all around me, you hear it in my sobs.

Walking through the graveyard, where I'll be more than glad to be.

But yet, I'm staying afloat, on this wave of emotions. Left alone to drown, somewhere in the ocean.

Only the average can understand, but even the average can't relate. The average become less average, and aspire to be great.