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Limbo
I live in limbo, don't you see?
"If you're an overachiever, great!"
"If you're an underachiever,
Go get help,
There must be a logical explanation."
"If you're talented, great!"
"If you're not talented,
You haven't found your talent yet."
"Either you're great or you're not.
Either you are mentally stable or you're not.
Either way, you are special."
"Special in the epically great,
Special in the epic fail."
"Special."
They all say it.
But what if I'm not either?
What if I am not good enough?
What if I am not bad enough?
What if I am not stable enough?
What if I am not unstable enough?
I am in limbo.
But there is no clean-cut category for limbo
So I sit and stare at the wall
Pensively -"or lazily?"-
I watch the Specials live,
Basked -"or drowned?"-
In averageness.
Blended -"or smothered?"-
Into nothingness.
There is nothing for the limbo
There is nothing for the Nothings
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I wrote this around midnight while staring at my resume. It wasn't empty; I wasn't a druggie dealing with a traumatic childhood. It wasn't full; I didn't have a perfect life with perfectly balanced time for a social life, school life, and hobbies. I was sort of in the middle of everything, with nothing specially horrible or specially wonderful. There is no space in society for those people. Well, at least the society that I live in, that I am surrounded with. This is barely edited: it is my raw feelings of confusion and isolation fit into a few simple lines. I didn't want to change anything because that would be editing my feelings at the time. I hope that this will allow people to understand who I am and how I perceive myself better. Perhaps it will even allow people to understand their own lives a bit better.