The day comes in with a Flash of light and I begin to creep Further into my bed thinking Of days when normal was normal. I reach my hand towards my ceiling in the Dark room with a single blue light that haunts me through it’s enchanting glow, It’s mesmerizing glow astounds my Soul. as I slowly begin to fall asleep I ask for answers to my “problems.” I pull my hand down and think of the blue paint that is now white and shining. My brother comes in, after my brother opens the curtains in my room to awaken me from my decrepit sleep of shame and depression. I can only believe he is here to show me comfort or some basic form of loving compassion. He leaves without looking at me as if to say “I don’t care.” I look further at him wondering if these humans will forgive my weaknesses, my uncontrollable wanting and fear. I’m alone, I realize that now. I am supposed to act like an 18 year old for the rest of my life? How am I supposed to eat? What god planned this? I’m limited and forced to feel weak. I’m slowly falling apart. I sit up after these questions run through my mind and think of when my “normal” will feel “normal.” what complete trash of a feeling... what am I? My mind as human as most of the people around me. My morals are changing and my hunger is raging. The pain won’t go away. What should I do, how will I eat?