I know there are others,
Like me
They are there, searching for each other (and themselves),
Like me
I know they are slowly learning the truth
That, like me, they are not like you
You
Are you like me?
Maybe not, or maybe yes
Maybe, you’d like me, because I am like you
But perhaps you aren’t
Maybe, you aren’t like me
And that’s okay too, you
You are not like me
And you are everywhere
And its just like me, to want to be like you
You want to be different
Unlike me, I want the norm
I want to be common...but
If you were like me and I was like you
You’d want to be me and I’d want to be you
And, like you, I’d be connected
With the world, related
I’d be like you, associated
With the world, correlated
Like you...I want to be “different”
No,weird.....”Unique”?
Like you, I’d want to be “special”
But isn’t that just odd?
You know what
Let’s just stop
Tiring, isn’t it
Confusing, silly
Foolish, completely idiotic
Midway, Let’s end
Let’s just be
You and me
I have been on both sides of the spectrum-too weird and too normal. When I felt out of place, I wanted to be normal. By normal, I don't mean boring or whatever. No one is really boring, after all. I mean...you know, normal. Normal?
I know, I don't know what that is either. After I became what I thought was normal, I did feel dull and boring.And it was tiring, pretending to be someone I'm not.
The wise voice in my head told me that I was being stupid and that normal doesn't exist and that everyone is weird and blah blah blah. That voice is probably right. But no matter what, I'll always want to fit in. I don't even want to be 'normal' anymore. Just accepted.
Thanks for reading<3
