They did this to me. Do you hear me just take a ******* look at me. I used to be normal I swear I was. I lived in a modern house with a beautiful family; I was beautiful, I wasn’t always this ugly.

The thing about “normal” is that it’s just another stupid label from society. You’re “normal” if you live a life for the pleasure of everyone besides your own good. I was tired of this repetition. Living a life demonstrated around the successful people of society. To clarify when I say successful I mean wealthy, not happy. Maybe it was the unsatisfactory that did this to me, but that unsatisfactory was caused by THEIR standards.

One day It all just snapped. I was staring at a mirror looking into the eyes of the devil. His perfect, clothes, his perfect hair, just all of his perfection. Without any recognition my fist defied gravity and flew in the air, straight into the mirror. Straight into his ****** grin. I sat there laughing. Laughing at the blood on my hand. Laughing at my now externalized pain I’d been holding in for so long. Laughing at my insanity.

I couldn’t play the role of normal after this, so they caught on to me. They feared me because I was a display of their darkest fantasies. However they wouldn’t admit it. Now here I am locked up in an asylum declared insane, all because I questioned the rules of the game.