Truth is,

original thoughts are not

my specialty

so when they come along,

I am exhilarated, 

Intoxicated on my 

imagination.

Growing up, I was the only girl

 in my grade

who liked blue

more than pink.

So I tricked myself

into thinking

my pillows would be softer

if I wrapped them in pink cases,

and now my walls

and pillows

and blankets,

are all pink, pink, pink.

I remain uncertain whether I

was simply born

uncreative,

or if creativity was pried out of 

my young hands.

I am not bitter,

simply bored, and a little

curious.