In Need Of A Break Out Poem by Abdul Wahab

Somewhere for some one
The rule of average is the best bet
But for me this appears to be a curse
The light I receive
The water I drink
The air I inhale
All are rated average
The thought I think
The words I speak
All are clichés
The story I tell
The path I walk
Either overdone or overused
The problem I face
The mistake I do
Incur again and again
The solution I have
The feeling I feel
The future I see
All are nothing new
The poem I write
The poem I read
All are treated as repetition
In the chart of my life
The bars I have
Clearly show me that
I am desperately in need of a break out.