Pretty average

My eyes are not big enough My lashes are not long enough My hair doesn't even have a form My lips are not pink enough There's nothing about me you could say it's special Not in my body, not in my hair Not even in the things I do It seems to be that all about myself is horribly average Maybe the only thing that is special about me is my sadness, but apparently nobody has been able to see it Why would they , it not like I showed it Maybe my destiny is to stay in the darkness Waiting for so expected and average death.