No, yes, maybe
I don’t excel at writing, or drawing, or reading, or school, or being a friend, or listening, or music taste, or anything else. I am a shade of gray in a mediocre world.
I am a person you would pass by on the street, not worthy of a butterfly, or a second glance, not worthy of a double take, or a polite word. I am a girl with messy hair, and an overabundance of curves.
With imperfect skin, and off-white teeth. Obsession over little things, a book turned a certain way, or reserved affection, because I have never been shown affection so I don’t know how to return it.
Mediocre at best, never changing like a brick in a wall or a crack in the sidewalk
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