they tell me that i'm perfect, as if
it were something to be proud of, cherished, if you will, as if
it were a great honour bestowed from the heavens to my heart and soul, as if
it were a gold medal being worn across my chest, as if
it were somehow a golden ticket to all my hopes and dreams.
and still
i wonder.
they tell me that i'm lucky, as if
studying hard was not a choice but a coincidence, as if
writing words depended on dice rolls and coin flips, as if
making friends came with a snap of my fingertips, as if
scholarship equaled to infinite happiness
and still
i wonder.
they tell me that they wish to be me, as if
meetings every day of the week were merely an ease, as if
it was amusing to fight thoughts of abuse and bullying, as if
they'd prefer drowning in memories rotten and pain so bleak, as if
being me was a game meant for the weak.
because obviously, being Danny meant that you're playing life on easy mode.
because obviously, being Danny meant that everything is there for you to reach.
because obviously, being Danny means that you're all set for the road.
because obviously, being Danny means that you're immune to the taste of bleach.
and as these pale fingers twitch silently to the side,
eyes losing colour, sinking into the shadows, it's almost ironic, because
"Hey, Danny! You're meant to be perfect."
oh, how I wish I was...
A/N: Hi guys! Firstly, sorry for not updating for so long. Life has been so darn hectic, as of late - exams, quizzes, projects, events - you get the bigger picture haha. Secondly, don't worry. I'm not depressed, like what the poem reflects - simply had a bad day that was resolved by a nap as well as some food (French Fries never let you down!).
Anyway, I'll try and see if I can update anything soon. Bye! Night night.