I could have been something

Oh so average
so boring
and I've strived for so much more
yet I've fallen
from the curve
and for you

I always wanted to be different
I mean
mothers tell you you're special
but usually
for most
for the average
it's a lie
those who are truly different...
that's what I wanted

but alas
I've blended in
taken on neutral tones
a beige of heartache and dissappointment
it was supposed to be different
didn't you know this?
it was supposed to be great, special!
one for the record books

but it's not
this has happened a million times before
to a million average girls before
and it appears I have been dragged down
sucked in
drowned
by the average

but you knew, didn't you?
that I had aspirations
of greatness
with your arm around fate
I was taught a lesson
that I'm really not different
just one of the masses
consoling one another
with their empathy
and the same story told by
a different mouth

no great love for me, no
that must have been a pipe dream
a girlish idealism instilled by
Disney
"oh silly girl" you told me
accept it
you're no different
I don't love you
and we will never sit on that hill
to watch the sunset

I know now
that I am the same
my mom lied
I am not special

then why can I not accept?
why do I still want you sitting with me
on that hill?
Is my resilliance not that special?