I poured myself a bowl of stale cereal
To satiate a hunger that was real
And biological
And a product of
Constantly forgetting to eat
Now that I have too many other things
Not to worry about.
Because time passes so quickly
When you stare at a white wall for
Five hours a day
And wonder when
The phone will ring
To break the monotonous routine.

But the phone always rings.
And someone is always pulling
At the hem of my non existent skirt
Trying to get me to feel the same things
They do.

And I do.
But I can't cry when I'm sad
And I don't always laugh when I'm happy.
But you and I are the same.

Someone once told me "you just don't want to accept that you're normal."
But maybe I'm just crippled from embarrassment by my unwavering normalcy.