Ordinary

A few words about my insight about life

Ordinary

When I was little, I thought I had to be special.

Different from the others

Extraordinary

 

I feared people would forget my face as soon as they turn their backs

So, I did everything to not be like the others

 

Did not follow trends

Did not dress like they did

Did not allow myself to like the things they liked

 

I remember once telling my friend how much I hated the pink carpet my mother got me because pink was a ‘typical girl color’

The night after that I drowned in self guiltiness because I secretly liked it.

 

Now, that I think about it, what’s wrong about being ordinary?

What’s wrong with following trends?

What’s wrong with liking what the others like?

What’s wrong with just swimming with the flow?

 

Being ‘extraordinary’ is exhausting

 

Personally, I think everyone is different from each other and special in their own way.

As long as you do what you want to, and don’t care about the others too much,

You’re special.

You don’t have to be extraordinary to be special.

 

Author's Note

A new poem from meee
I wave or inspiration hit me at 10pm so there might be some typos
Enjoy reading ! :)

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A wonderful thoughtful wise piece of writing. I really enjoyed reading your poem because the ideas you present are absolutely true. In the end just be you and find joy in that specialness.

[Marlene]

Thank you so much for reviewing :)