I want it all to be profound.
I want all these words to be either earth shattering or life affirming.
But that will never happen because that is not who I am. I'm far too normal.
Too less-than. Too average.
Anonymous. Anti-special.
I keep waiting around for something to happen.
Watching so hard that I miss it when it does. I'm like a ghost, except that
a ghost at least used to be somebody.

I am counting the ways
Waiting for the right number
Looking for the straw that is gonna break my back
I hate you for making me weak
I hate you for being so strong
I hate you for holding up that mirror and turning on the lights
I hate you for being there
I hate you for leaving
You turned my life inside out
And all you did was pass through it