not amazing

every day they look themself in the mirror. i should be better. nobody tells them they're great. nobody cares to tell them how amazing they are. they fall asleep crying. they plaster a fake smile in the day. always. happy. their shoulders droop and a smile is torn of their face as they walk off the bus. just like everyone else. an average person. going through an average life. thinking if they're different they'll get in trouble. or be unpopular. they feel ashamed about who they are. so they throw a vale over their true self. shadow it. dust collects over time. and their true self keeps wriggling and trying to break through the shadowy bind that keeps it there. but every day they tie the bind tighter. one day they are sitting. chatting with their friends. "haha, imagine getting bad grades," one says. but i always get bad grades. its not my fault! their true self snapped at the binds. writhing under the uncomfortable shadow. "haha yeah. couldn't be me!" true self started screeching. "guess what? i'm going to the middlebury college! you know how impossible it is to get into that school? i  could have gotten in! i just wanted to complain about being bad at math like everyone else. being bad at things is trendy these days. true self's binds started to snap. i could have gotten into that college if you didn't bring me to tanya's party! "lol, imagine going to a community college" "STOP IT!" true self screamed, roaring up. their friends gasped as they stood up, eyes blazing. "WHY HAVE I BEEN DOING ANY OF THIS IF YOU WON'T STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!" true self and they join hands and walk away, thinking i don't care if they're too dumb to notice. i'm amazing.