your normal is different from mine sometimes the way I view myself can be gripping adoration until I look down the pedestal I stand on signaled by sparks in my nerves fueled with thunder and horror a burdening obstacle too frequent to avoid
to look at the side profile of my body envision disordered fathers partnered with chronic alcohol issues to replace something once admirable but not anymore bottles slip out of grasp as they fall asleep
to look at my body when binding envision exaggerated paint on easels voluptuous shaped circles for the blueprint of this body destined to be crammed in three layers of compression
to be in my body envision paranoia in every action took cranking the car engine to function faster as if there isn't more duties it holds than to drive envision having reflexes to defend a potential not definite touch of a hand in a 10 feet radius envision being hyper aware of sound as a barn owl to darkness processing sounds above and below saturated senses sabotaging stability
your normal is different from mine corrupted custody of mind failure to overcome the lies manifesting in ways you can't describe today and always settling for comfort that's destructive too irresistible to let go to repaint my picture
Been putting off publishing this one, I thought I had more to add but I think it's fine the way it is. I carry a lot mentally when I wake up and start my day. I never realized how exhausting it is to be stressed out about the way people interact with me and hyper focus if they're going to touch me. It's become my normal. I don't second guess it. The same I won't second guess that people don't understand me. It's not hard to see that my normal is different.