So I've been gone for a while..... but I'm back now:)
So here is something I found in one of my old notebooks I decided to share.

I wish someone would've told her.
Noticed that one thing she could do right amidst the wrong.
Instead of seeing the girl that couldn't pass a test.
A test meant for the average child.
I wish they could've seen that spark of brilliance she preferred to normality.
Because she understood.
She understood that being normal could never progress our way of life, could never create something new.
But now it is too late.
People tell her she's special, but she won't believe them.
Because why would you want to believe that you are something you don't want to be?
She shudders at the very word.
Because being "special", means being ignored.
It means sideways glances and "charity friends".
"Friends" who believe themselves so almighty that it was charity for them to talk to the "special kid".

And so the special was suffocated out of her, hidden in the depths of her locked up personality she showed to no one.
And so special girl
Became fake girl
Shy girl
Scarred, tragic, lost.
Nothing noticeable about her,
Nothing remarkable or extraordinary about her,
About me.

After all, I'm nothing

Special.