#notnormal
I do not want to look like them
I will not give up my body again to have my bones show
I am a person
A human
Not a child
Not a skeleton…
I do not want to look like them
I will not deprive myself of energy that is already being stolen
I am a being
A consciousness
Not a construct
Not a slave
I do not want to look like them
I refuse to give up the joy and kindness that rests within my aura
I am a soul
An entity
Not a stone
Not a void
I do not want to look like them
I will hold my humanity tight and never release it from my grasp
I am personality
A vibe
Not a robot
Not another cog
I do not want to look like them
I do not want to be them
I do not want to associate with them
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
9:12PM
the questionable truth
will always hunt you down
fill my lungs
in pressured parts
note the love
oh stupid parts
ponder the affection
creeping up on me
foolish lungs
they fail me
the touch to fear
too much my dear
my scream will be heard
drowned in silence
we will be feared
not knowing the tear
i laugh and laugh
wishing in your parts
we'll delve in the stars
my lover, my wonder
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
once upon a time
i thought that if i scratched away at my skin hard enough
i could peel the layers far enough back
to reveal someone else inside
someone who wouldn't be judged
someone who was some semblance
of normal
it didn't work
because there is no normal in me
there is only pain and confusion and fear
now all that's left of those
happier times
are the scars that litter my body
like a trashcan
tipped in the wind
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
All I crave is a human's touch
Is that asking to much
I don't mean ***
I'm not trying to vex
A touch on the hand
In passing you don't have to stand
A small little hug
My shoulders a rub
In touch in passing
Nothing that's lasting
I just won't to feel normal
As I rock in the corner
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Now I'm actually believing,
What I've always tried to prove wrong;
Because it's not right.
Although now I'm not that sure.
This is how I am,
And not how I want to be.
You'll read this and say change it.
But it's not something I can edit.
I can't think of what to do.
I've lost my hope and lost my faith.
I just wanted to be more normal!
God, can't you give me a break!
I don't want to be the same as others,
But I just don't want to be different this way.
I'm not going to spell it out for you.
It's not something I want to explain.
You shouldn't be able to get it.
And if you don't then I am glad,
But I really feel like I'm mad.
No wonder I'm a reject,
But they didn't even know what this is about.
If anyone did then,
I would truly have no chance.
I wish this was something I could change.
I wish when I said "I am normal!"
I wouldn't find out any different.
A couple of feet taller,
Yet seeming more unfortunate.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
They think I am normal
if they even think of me at all.
But oh, if only they know
my mind is
black and frying
grey and booming
white and blinding
brown and dying
purple and bruising
blue and flashing
green and living
yellow and shining
orange and glowing
red and bleeding
pink and kissing
chaotic
amazing
too much
for me
to
handle
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC