Failed at Complication

I fail at complication

normal to the end

nothing fancy, nothing pretty

a straight road with no bend

I'd be a candle without scent

or a bird with a plain song

just an empty, hollow soul

seeking to belong

So when you try to taunt me

remember I'm too plain

to even care to worry

to appreciate the pain

and no matter how I try

I'll never be unique

and until the end of time

quirks, I'll aim to seek.

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