Poetry
Melancholy
Lost and alone, but not sad
Never sad
Sad is impossible
Grief plagues you
But grief is not sad
Grief is empty
Grief and stress
All wrapped in you
The moment those disappear
You disappear too
Not Special
You are not special
I have seen many like you before
How you feel is not something new
Millions of people are like you
People are repetitive
They live in patterns
In and out every day
Left and right every day
You are not special
You do not get to be unique
There are nearly 8 billion people in the world
One is just like you
People say the same thing
They do this time and time again
People do not change fast
Sometimes they don’t change at all
You are not special
Just because he loves you
Maybe that love isn’t true
Maybe that love is only you
People breath the same every day
They walk the same route every day
They see the same things every day
People are boring
You are not special
No one is special
People all deal with the same problems
Take comfort from that
Because being special
Isn’t something to want.