You are not special –

You’ve always wanted to be,

You even thought you were

For a while;

And then slowly,

You started to realize,

That you are not.

Nobody cares about

What matters to you,

They couldn’t care two hoots,

Whether you choose

Pink over blue,

Or mundane over footloose;

And for a while,

It bothered you,

That nobody really cared,

Beyond wanting to

Control which paths you took.

But as you grow older,

You resist, become bolder,

And break free –

Of the shackles they employed to rein you in,

And quietly, you slip away,

Like the last light of the fading day,

Into a realm of your own.

For you aren’t special, you’re unknown,

Far too common to stand out,

And you will not be missed,

As you step into the bliss

Of the freedom you have won.

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