Unique

Unique is feeling like:

The only teenager who listens to music that’s too quiet to hear

The only person to want to understand everything

But being too jaded to understand anything

Thinking I’m the only person who will ever know how I think

                (Which is not the same as being understood)

Being simply complicated

And being too thick to be a genius

Being clever, but dense

Apathy warring with empathy

                Fighting tears during vaguely sad movies, being unconcerned with any and all politics

                “Foreign affairs? Terrorism? Presidents?”

Wishing to be something I’m not, while loving who I am

Being witty enough to make enemies anywhere

                But wanting to be best friends with anyone and everyone I meet

Disliking poetry, and writing a blog full of it

Seeing life in metaphors

Exhaustive in effort, too lazy to eat

Everything is prettier in the dark,

                When I can’t see it well