you possess so many abilities. everyone seems to have so many.
and yet, i feel as if i have nothing.
the only possessions in my hand are of a brain that's smart although not smart enough, an obnoxiously loud voice that does not profess the correct words for change, and a songbird hidden away, too fearful to sing or go astray.
nothing bad but nothing good, nothing special like everyone else.
i am nothing but a girl who's too ordinary to be "ordinary", something too sad to be truly understood by so many.