there's something so refreshing about
throwing away another's thoughts
and finding solace within our own skulls

because she's obsessed with her popularity;
she'll peak in high school.
and he's engrossed in what other people whisper;
he'll always be the victim.
she's obsessed with finding "the one";
she'll regret that one day.
she's obsessed with drugs, piercings, wilding;
she'll wish she could've calmed down.

but if i retreat,
hermit in my head,
i'm obsessed with the normal.
i just want the friendships, a boyfriend that loves me, rainy days spent inside, nights spent complaining about homework.

when i look inside
deep down
all i want is "mundane"
and everyone else tells me i shouldn't.
why?