A/N: Bad things happen when I rhyme… like this poem. It kinda sounds like Dr. Seuss on depressants. Just so you know, I couldn’t define normal if I tried… I really don’t believe there even is such a thing. But then, that’s the whole point of this poem. Oh hell… just read it.

Not Normal at All

I used to wish

To be normal like you

To be one of the many

Not one of the few

The few who hide

In the shadows, despised

Who are forced to live

Inside their lies

I used to think

You were ordinary

That you were normal

You weren’t like me

But now as you stand

With your back to the wall

I’m starting to think

You’re not normal at all

You sent out your secrets

And I just don’t know

How to interpret

The things that you show

You told us your feelings

But still I can’t see

If you are like them

Or if you are like me

I need something tangible

To hold in my hand

That will tell me the truth

Make me understand

Why, as you stand there

Ready to fall

I finally see

You’re not normal at all