Journal Entry # 5 : Ordinary Me

My mother shares the satisfaction
Of my success
My father shares the pride
Of my achievement
None shares me for me
And in that I am alone

Their eyes
Looking at a prodigy
Not seeing the child
Their ears
Hearing the accolades
Not listening to the cries

The next Einstein
They want me to be
The next Mozart or Picasso
They call out to me
None wants me to just be me
And in that I am alone

I see other children
Like me
Unlike me
Running towards the future
Of uncertainty

I long to be with them
For they belong to a simpler life
I loath to be with them
For they represent what I cannot have

To watch Spongebob
And not be appalled by the idiocy
To read Harry Potter
And not fret about philosophy
To be common and not extraordinary
To be all this
Is a dream to me