The lesser Genius

On a whim i'd have to say i have a somewhat unique quality about me. Although many will disagree. Maybe not at face value, but neatly tucked up inside, exploding at unforgiveable times. I feel as though my attire is wearing thin and my inner is becoming an outer. I find myself following the flock and then wanting to remain forlorn. If being me is so fucking hard. How tedious must trying to fake at it really be. I'll be proud for my inability to blend. For temper tantrums and insecurities. I won't die trying. I'll die having been.