On Being Unique

It was the morning
After
That I woke up and realized

I was not
Important.
I knew
Deep in my
Heart that I have no
True defining characteristics
Which set me apart
From the rest. Others have had
My opinions thoughts hopes dreams despairs
Jokes, even looks. I am simply here to fill
An empty space, to warm your bed.
At night while you wait
In breathless anticipation for your
True love. I would scream
And gnash my teeth and pull my hair
But guess what-
It's all been done before.
What use is a scream which sounds
Just like another scream?
If I decided to take my life?
That too is an option chosen by
Too many. No matter where I go
Someone
Has been there before.
The path less traveled? Fuck,
The world is a parking lot.
We all sound and look and breathe
The same
And crave
To be set apart (but not too far)
I think the funniest bit
Of my realization is- it's something
We've all realized before.