Unequivocally Average

I’m not the skinniest,

Nor the strongest.

I’ve worked really hard,

Just to be average.

I don’t smoke

I do drink

But not often

Had two alcoholic parents

So I’m walking a different path

I’m constantly in thought

Yet, forgetful

My mind goes in circles, sometimes,

But my thoughts work best in

Stanzas

I’m hypersensitive and intense

Nice words warm my heart

So I often use too many,

Don’t know when to stop

Until I’ve annoyed someone

And then I’m just sad

Sadness is my bitter old friend

Constantly by my side

I’d shrug them off too

But they’re hypersensitive as well

Happiness if my childhood friend

That moved away.

Yeah, we talk a lot on the phone,

But it’s not the same.

I remember we would hang out all the time

We were inseparable

But then Trauma came along

And brought with them Sadness

Unwanted touch

A confusion of brotherly love

Broken trust

A misunderstanding of fantasy

Innocence lost

A good sense of reality, no more

My growing body

A gluttonous container for shame

A hatred of self

Happiness had gone,

Sadness became my friend.

Shame, my annoying elder,

Telling me how to feel, what to think, what is worth remembering.

Trauma spoke a different language

As I wasn’t yet fluent in Grief

I’ve worked really hard to be just average.