Ordinaryly Unordinary
I am
No one special.
Just a kid
with decent grades
who in the crowd
fades.
I am
an artist.
Just a student
who has won a prize
who in the bleachers
always hides.
I am
an old soul.
just a teenager
when the Henrix sounds
will perform leaps and bounds.
I am
an observer.
Just a somebody
when humans make mistakes
won't surely fake
that i too make mistakes.
So who am i?
observant
artistic
unnoticed
believes in all treated fairly
for i am ordinarly unordinary.
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