There’s a misconception
(one I may have helped along)
That I don’t care for ordinary things.
That I need the high, the buzz, the glitter, the lights
just to feel alive.
But the truth is,
I’m most content
doing ordinary things
with people I find extraordinary.
What has been, what is
and what will always be
hell
is being stuck doing
mediocre things
with mediocre people,
between stunted laughter; fearing
that’s the only place
I belong.