Spectacular

February 14, 2014

I am nothing spectacular

My breasts are small and my face is plain

And perhaps I am what they say I am-

Just the sum of all my quiet whispers

My excuse me's and thank you's

And "yes, I stayed that late at the library", replies

But behind closed doors I will drown myself in a novel

I will write until my eyes get too blurry for me to see the words

until my head grows dull

And if the world ended tonight

Believe me

I wouldn't regret a single word

I am unspectacular

To the masses

To every waisted breath that questions my use of time

And perhaps it's a complement when a world of cruelty

and a population lacking in artistic beauty

questions my ability to simply fit in

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