Not special

My body is alive,
My brain is alive,
my body is awake,
My brain is awake,
My body trembles with fear,
My mind sky rockets into high gear,
As the thoughts jump back and forth,
the warmth is no longer there,
No one to care, no one to be there.

As my eyes start to flicker,
As my tears start to trickle,
As my heart starts to race
i realize i don't want that face
i don't want the freckles
or anything special
because
s
p
e
c
i
c
a
l
is not special
it does not pierce through his vessels
it does not lead him the way
it's grey,
its right in the middle of the bay
nothing cliche
yet no one blown away

That's what its like,
that's what its like to be me
to feel the black sea
following you with your head
always ending up in between your knees.
because that is what it is like to be a teen-ager.

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical errors please, what do you think of the writting? of the physical wording?