Why can't I be normal?

On or off,
something's off.
Too upset
or too crazy.
There's never an
in-between.

Either way,
people question
why I am
the way I am.

Sometimes I wonder,
What's the point
of going on?

I'll be dishonest with you,
and tell you
I feel accepted all the time.

The only one who gets me
lives two hours away,
and I'll be honest,
and tell you this,
he should be expecting
a call from me today.