I wish I could express myself,
But I just can’t today.
I’m not sad. I’m not glad. I’m an in between.
Sitting here blue-plaid.
Watching an EEG screen.
My brainwaves on a television. Instead of me.
My voice is off-air.
Yet a microphone’s installed above me.
I wanted to prove them wrong.
I would be a someone. A big deal. Become a shining star.
That was the dream.
But stars fall. Cards run out. So much for the big scheme.
I imagined a different life,
Without tumbles, roadblocks and falls.
But I can’t run from the knocking,
It will chase you down.
And though some may mock,
Remember, we’re someone who matters.
We just happened to fall.