It's not about Minesweeper. I know I am with and there is no need to long, though I wish often there was something I could know was impressive about me overall, to those outside of my own. There are various things that make people approachable upon first sight, but having something actively impressive is what the world knows helps people find the *small* things about you interesting after all is first, introduced, and second, said and done. It's like the socially "mandated" hook to a book, though I find any book interesting if I first give it a shot. It's the sound that gets one turned to face the next room ahead; It has to have been important enough to get them not only to look, but to pursue the concurrent doorway. I am fairly exotic and in a close sense, flunderously spectaculous - I struggle to find the word - yet I have been told people simply looked past that previously. Many resorted to the act of a bully purely because they didn't know me and had nothing to see or say, but the second fact was that people found others interesting. People saw us stand beside each other and picked the ones that were more special and most importantly acceptable alongside that specialty, therefore they learned about and heard out that abruptly shallow personality instead of the others. They have grown now, so have I, past our high-school temperaments and exhibitions, but the difference of our past surely remains. Theirs full. Mine questionable and perilous, positive and raggedy, even still. I have plenty that can be impressive about me, but I fear sometimes that excitement fades from my own eyes rather quickly, and that I must stop wishing. Shape. An art again that is Nearly Illegal. I am not conveniently attractive nor am I overwhelmingly good at many things, and being visually impressive is something I have always sought after being described as such as a child. I am very good at school, but school is long past now, and I no longer write essays, or do math, solve equations or meddle with chemicals. I play minesweeper, but that feels quickly to become an old trick in the book of many I have not yet discovered or professed in. I know that I can still get better at that experience, those tiles, but will that always matter (Yes, it will always matter, to me.)? I feel impressive when I show people, but there aren't many people who haven't seen.. There aren't many people around me who haven't played that game.

The inhabitants of this world will make you feel illegal As if you are not the exact same thing as them You have questioned yourself before, someone has made you feel so odd yet so stuck, That you had decided, Not thought, decided, That something was wrong with you Questioned your wrongful self until you felt nearly illegal Everyone is allowed to exist, you stand by it, but, Even then, see what you let yourself be Be not collated with those who inflict this Within a living human soul, Nothing born of the earth can be wrong Illegalities, maybe, yes even But, you, how could you fit into that list? Do not listen Verbalize Figure it out And unbind yourself, please Pleasantries emerge from you, no one else, and then unto others You will never receive happiness until such is performed Do not limit It, yourself, or others Open your eyes And your heart, To yourself And shut up Fully, please Find peace Just before you speak