Nothing Special.

Barefoot,

I step forward knowing that I am who I am because of my past, lies, and secrets.

The light is blinding, everlasting, in a world where I am judged.

It never fades,

follows me as if its lost and I'm the only one who knows the way to get back

But back to what?

The past?

I am nothing special,

just a shadow cast by a bigger and better person.

I sit alone, enjoying the small things,

the things people over look for its beauty when its not there.

I am one of those things.