Who deciphers what is normal?
Who deciphers what is right?
So many people want to be this so called normal,
but does it even exist?
Being ourselves is better,
it shows our different views,
it is a way for other people to see who we really are.
Ignorance is shown for those who still believe
in such a word as,
NORMAL.

welcoming tomorrow was something i never did,
welcoming change was a nightmare.
Today is a new day,
and now i may feel okay..
But whenever i start to panic,
i know that i have stepped too far
from my comfort zone.

The music courses through my body,
making me feel all the more alive.
Lyrics bursting from my soul,
telling me, it's okay to let go.
Paintbrush in hand,
I am where i belong.
Though, i am alone
with no friends to call my own.
The world upon my walls,
are the only thing that matter.
Paint!Paint!Paint!
Sing!Sing!Sing!
Write!Write!Write!
The murals on my walls
shout out my mantra
while i am alone in
Kate's Universe.

I'm a *****
I deserve the name
With all that I have said and done
To those around me
I don't care who they are,
They're people
That's enough of a problem for me
The people I care about
Are the ones who know the true me
The real me
And those of you who don't
Don't expect to ever
It's rare to be let in
It's rare to even be talked to
A word is worth a million
My language is my writing
My language is my art
People think they see me
They think they understand
I've been walked all over
Far too many times
To deal with it again

The wind howls, screams of the night,
The darkness overcomes me.
I don’t know how I got here,
only remember falling, falling down
The tears had been flowing,
The cries of anger echoing
during the moments before I fell.
There was no pain or anguish,
only confusion and fear.
When I landed I was surrounded by nothing,
and when I woke I was where I am now.
The clouds in the sky are heavy,
and the rain pelts my face as I search.
Am I dead? Dreaming? I don’t know
There is no one around to ask.
I am alone in this pit of darkness,
with not a clue how to get home.
It feels like years that I have wandered,
but I know it has only been days.
I feel as if I’m moving in circles,
same landmarks at every turn.
The trees appear dead and hollowed,
the sun never shines in this abyss.
That fight with my mother seems silly now,
and I want to be home in her embrace.
The tears I cry now are no longer of anger,
but of despair.