I’m tired of being unseen
Always being wiped away clean
Everyone else is in the spotlight
Progressing succession in evident sight
I’m unblended in the mix of adulation
Portrayed as discreetly protruded
Shameful of my hunger for attention
And thirst for pretension
The truth is I aspire to be blended
In the vast mix of attention
Common traits of ingenues
Are all glittery and pastel hues
But I shouldn’t jump into impressiveness
Especially if I don’t posses
Amusing character, outstanding talent
Solitude blocks my path of being valiant
Because of my clear disbelonging
In friend groups of persistent longing
Are the standards impossible
Or am I impossible?