The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts

Art

I feel very ordinary
Nobody extraordinary
And it's boring, depressing, scary
Drowning in the abyss of normality

I do not feel talented
I feel fake, unbalanced, and
No matter how hard I try
I cannot seem to make my words art

Is this me? Is this my dream?
Is it my future, or do I just yearn to seem
Different from the others, who spread hatred in our world?

I don't know
Where should I start?
I cannot seem to make my words art
I want to be someone
And I'm sorry I don't have a sob-story like you