Gadarene

I'm stuck with an enigma, a catch-choice, if you will. Blossom and be different, with all the eyes that stare, or give in, but be accepted, here and there. Be extraordinary in one small thing, or be ordinary in everything. I am not like other people. Some may see that as a threat, others may see it as something to pity. I see it, through no fault of my own, as normality. I have nothing to compare against. I do not possess any other mind than my own, so how am I to know the difference? Intelligence? Experience? Both of which I have plenty, but both of which are equal to none. I am stuck here, with a bewildering choice. Accept who I am, or convince myself that I am someone, I am not. I have to make this choice everyday. Everyday I am stuck somewhere between who I am, and someone else. Every next day, is somewhat different from that of before. The same question remains. Do I let my brain shine, or do I do with what I have learned. I am stuck with an enigma, a chance-choice, if you will. Life is my enigma, my pain, my sorrow. Choosing to give in, my miracle pill.

I surrender.