I tried but never realized how hard normalcy could be.
Sitting among the others tourist or people one and all.
I pretend I’m fine and say hi but really I’m not even the least.
Meals are never just meals to me so as apply for the rest.
Trips with my family feel like torture but they are not wrong.
I put this mask on and blame others for hurting me.
Turning it all inwards I craft the scars on my limbs my story.
Every time I think things are gonna be different this time.
I am forever disappointed because I never change myself.
This impassible task is my mission in life to recreate.
To make things just a little better for me and everyone.