The Word I hate.
Average.
I don't know when that word became my fear.
It's not an insult. It's not a crime.
But in my head, it feels like a failure.
What if I grow up and realize I never became "special"?
What if I try and still remain ordinary?
I act strong outside.
But at night, I imagine a future where I didn't do enough.
And that future scares me more than failure.
Because failure means you tried.
Average feels like you didn't even fight.
But here is the truth I don't say out loud:
Sometimes I don't know how to fight my own mind.