Humanity

i want to be something i want to be original but not “original” i have terrible vision i have my moms toes on the right, and my dads on the left i am double jointed i am see by the teacher differently in every class from quiet as a mouse to complete smart alack i love the idea of watercolor but don’t like painting my life feels like a run on sentence But my eyes will worsen with age, originality will become an idea, my feet wont matter, my joints will fail, i’ll graduate. there will be a period at the end of my sentence; what am i waiting for? i don’t sleep much i think sunrises are great late nights are long im emotional i write i draw i act just like everyone else hate is a strong word, but not as strong as loathe (so we can use hate here) i hate john greens characters i hate society i hate gender roles i hate Instagram i hate living in a world where blindness and damage is a trait of beauty. but don’t miss the point just as so many others have i love humanity with our freckles and desires and tattoos our dreams our cliches and clichés our pets and cameras and music and fuzzy carpets and sports and peoples devotion to them i am in love with humanity maybe one day i will be more content with mine.