Reaction

All of the songs in my head are imitations,
And my best words are mimicry of some other member of my species.
I have rarely accomplished anything in some way different from anyone else,
and when I try to draw something, sometimes I am filled with sickness and give up.
I am not the strongest.
I am not the bravest.
I am not the most clever, nor most beautiful, nor the sweetest.
Anger and resentment can be observed in my behavior.
Bitterness clouds my thoughts.
Fatigue brought on by perpetual exasperation sets heavy in my arms and fills my head with sleep.
When I sleep I am sure that I am missing all the important moments of life,
and in my dreams I witness the anguish that settles to the bottom of my heart in a reaction to the daylight.