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Am I happy? Or do I pretend... do I put up with bullshit because I really want to, or because I’m used to it ? Do I know what I want versus what I need? What is it that I really want... life is hard.
Now It Seems That NORMALITY Is Needing Some CLARITY ... !!!
For Some Within The Family That We Now Call …. " Humanity " ….
But What Is That … EXACTLY … ?!?
Hi, I'm Sunshine.
I'm a perfectly normal person.
I love helping people,
I raise rabbits,
and I enjoy watching the Arizona Cardinals on Sundays with my dad.
I'm a perfectly normal person.
Transitioning from middle to high school is difficult
You go from knowing everyone to not a single soul
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
Could You
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
I’m gripping tightly
Onto that which makes me all I ever was and needed
The words I heard and heeded
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Good.
I just need to say thank you
Impossibly high social standards,
Cookie cutter people
Who try to force me
Into a cookie cutter shape -
A simple square,
I wish I was normal. I wish I was just like you.
Well, maybe not “JUST” like you, but close enough.
Close enough to fit in like you.
Close enough to blend in with the crowd
As the cars pass me
I can't help but watch the drivers
Wonder where they're going
Where they're coming from
What they're feeling, thinking
What their click on their dashes read
How I can be them.
I am having a difficulty speaking
I am having a diffuculty of acting
Normal--
So I keep singing Normal Girl
so maybe I can be as such
My mind, a racetrack
obsessed with being normal craving just to feel wholemy definition's differenti wanna be unimportantwake up in my own skin without peeling it backor donning a new one that's bound to fucking cracktight skinloose lipsleft feetsharp hips
Three pills a day for the rest of my life
Is what I need for my mind to be normal.
There is nothing wrong with that, I know
But some days
I choke
On what feels like the Titanic stuck in my throat
Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves?
They say God hates gays,
They say God hates trannies,
They say God hates blacks,
They say God hates Asians,
They say God hates us,
All my life I wished to be special. I've never been quite sure why and perhaps I never will but I always dreamed of being unique.
I remember you taking aside one day and telling me that one day I could be normal
And ever since that day I aspired to be perfectly normal, for you
From the outside
Just another robot
Going through the motions
Stuck behind this curtain
Afraid to pull it back
I take a look around
At all the other robots
Going through the motions
Hello world, let me tell you my story
Wait no, I take that back—or maybe it can stay.
Hello world, let me tell you my story
Normal.
A horrendous word on the spectrum of awesomeness
Like clay before it's set with fire, I too am delicate
My heart is not made of stone yet it refuses to be fractured in the presence of others
I'm not immune to judgment but welcome criticism
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see,
It changes constantly with every glance,
Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be.
Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
What if, even for just a day, those who hate the "different", themselves became the "different" that they dedicate every minute, every hour, every day, week, month, year, their entire lifetimes to go out of their way, and hate.
Every morning she wake up
wash her face
paint on her socially acceptable face and pretends
Normal is all I want to be.
Normal is what they say I am.
But Normal is not what I am.
They say, I am Normal.
Who calls being hyper,
Normal?
Who calls being distracted,
Normal?
Don’t bend yourself
To fit the mold.
Break it; make it yours.
Be the person
You want to be.
Ignore their hateful scorn.
Step back and take
A look at yourself.
Let me start off with this statement
I dread speaking in front of crowds
Because my thoughts get caught in between my teeth
The things people change
Normal,You're normal,You're just like all the restA number stamped across the pageA statistic on a testThe SAT's just like a treeThey said climb and do your bestBut little did those people know
Am I good enough?
But wait, why am I stressing out?
Just do my best, that's all
I can do this
I can do this
I can do this
Telling myself wasn't good enough. Isn't good enough
I cant stand missionaries
No let me rephrase that
I cant stand the idea of it
Cultural oppression at its finest
The idea that you are right
And therefore everything else is wrong
Stay silent
Sit straight
Perfect hair
Perfect teeth
Perfect breast
Perfect house
Perfect parents
Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
Tell them it’s not me.
Tell them it’s not me anymore.
Tell them I’m not quiet,
That I’m not shy,
That I’m the one they should adore.
Tell them they don’t know.
"Is she always like this?"
I'm asked time and time again
The crowd always follows
Even when they know nothing
They're curious about her
As only the physical is obvious to them
Normal
It is viewed as reaching perfection
Of never doing anything out of the ordinary
Or crazy or weird
It is never saying anything just because
Or saying something that pops into your mind
So i've heard that all is fair in this thing of love in war.
But in reality people fight dirty, nothing is fair anymore.
Our love is stolen, sometimes never given back.
We give it away so much, we eventually lose track.
