i’m like a stranger in my own body, my own head.
knocking, waiting for someone to come and help this 
lost person. no one comes
no one comes because no one knows 
that i feel like a stranger to myself.
begging, pleading,
grabbing ahold of any attention one
gives me to have a semblance of sanity—
normalcy.
what is normal for someone who has never experienced 
it in their life
when someone asks what “normal” is to me, i stare
blankly at them unable to come up with anything
normal and this stranger inside me 
don’t know each other