me.

i am motivated to write what inspired me to think.
reality.
it's really what you get out of what you see in me.
no fronts.
no hidden meanings about it.
just the average me.
with all of the faults.
none of the fine qualities you imagined me to be.
the redundant pattern repeats yet again.
the norm of the social.
the dull among the common.

i existed, yet ignored.
somehow.


i preferred it to be that way.