Go away
I'm chemically unstable

There's no way
Now that we ever will be able

To be considered me
Truely alright, fine, good, normal


Medicine ungiven
Diagnosis wishing
Why others wouldn't listen?
Because they're talking flesh

No words left
how to feel
what to do
I am everything normal
but
the thoughts in my head
and
the empty feeling in my stomach
consume who I am

I'm trying to act like a normal person.
I'm trying to act like my mentality is stable.
I'm trying to act like I am happy.
I'm trying to push away depression.
I'm trying.
I'm getting nowhere.
Is my trying good enough?
Our am I not trying hard enough?

Your delusions aren't twisted
Nor are they messy and dark
They are linear and have purpose

Those people won't understand
But it doesn't matter
Since we are not all that different
We all have our own delusions
Some of us just don't care to admit

There is no need to pretend you are normal
Because nobody is

I have always been the different one. I have never understood the ways of people. How people work. How the rules of society have been laid down. I do not understand it.
They call me paranoid. Crazy. I call myself an artist. What’s the difference really?
All they’re trying to say is that I don’t belong with them. I can share my time with them from time to time. But I will never be them.
They criticise me. They try to dignify me if they’re my friends. What is so shameful that I do that needs dignifying? What am I doing wrong?
Why can I not be like them? Why can I not be normal?

ordinary is arbitrary
different is normal
fitting in means invisible
so avoid the conformal

distinct gets you noticed
so who wants to be equal
I'd rather be original
than anybody's sequel

you are of more value
when socially unacceptable
blending in is deadly
out of step is pref'rable

so when stuck in a crowd
decide what's more valuable
will you run with the herd
or dance to the eternal