Saturday, May 4, 2019

normal


I tried to be normal
as hard as I could
but normal was not
my neighborhood
so here I sit
my head in my hands
I do not comprehend
I do not understand

I tried to be normal
I read all the books
pretended not to notice
all the nasty looks
I got from the neighbors
who lived next door
I think it was normal
they were searching for

          I need to be normal
          I'm willing to beg         
          but the world is a round hole
          and I'm a square peg

I tried to be normal
it's my calling in life
I'll never achieve it
but, then again, I might
if I change the definition
to include me, myself, and I
I just might be normal
before I die

         

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