"normalicy" poems - Hello Poetry

Normalicy is living up to a bigger name Unattainable in all the right ways A bitter sweet dream that you can't help but Reach for. It is a false sense of security on a "normal" day And the crushing weight when something goes wrong Knowing you'll never be normal As long as you worry Anxiety is your least favorite friend But somehow your closest It’s a title you try to wear proudly Claiming “titles don’t define me” But somehow the symptom list consumes you With every “please don’t do that” And you’re sinking deeper with “it’s not that big of a deal” You’re drowning when they do it anyway Anxiety is a trigger list longer than a prescription name And missed phone calls everyone’s used to Knowing you’re the disappointment as plans fall apart A broken heart when they just quit calling It’s your ticking time bomb on when you’ll be fired When people will leave and you don’t try to convince yourself that they wont anymore Because everyone does It’s easier to leave than to help and to understand It’s the toxic part of you that you try to hide Cover it with bandaids And hope they ignore the radioactive poison through your veins And you’re just trying to feel like you’re not poision It’s an IM box that understands and a parent that doesn’t Knowing you’re not alone but feeling it anyway Because when you’re choking for air and getting weird stares You’re alone

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC

dustin-wills

Anxiety Is

Normalicy is living up to a bigger name Unattainable in all the right ways A bitter sweet dream that you can't help but Reach for. It is a false sense of security on a "normal" day And the crushing weight when something goes wrong Knowing you'll never be normal As long as you worry Anxiety is your least favorite friend But somehow your closest It’s a title you try to wear proudly Claiming “titles don’t define me” But somehow the symptom list consumes you With every “please don’t do that” And you’re sinking deeper with “it’s not that big of a deal” You’re drowning when they do it anyway Anxiety is a trigger list longer than a prescription name And missed phone calls everyone’s used to Knowing you’re the disappointment as plans fall apart A broken heart when they just quit calling It’s your ticking time bomb on when you’ll be fired When people will leave and you don’t try to convince yourself that they wont anymore Because everyone does It’s easier to leave than to help and to understand It’s the toxic part of you that you try to hide Cover it with bandaids And hope they ignore the radioactive poison through your veins And you’re just trying to feel like you’re not poision It’s an IM box that understands and a parent that doesn’t Knowing you’re not alone but feeling it anyway Because when you’re choking for air and getting weird stares You’re alone

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The light gives way to the dark blanket of shadows thrown over actuality, smothering the last flicker of infallibility. The blanket weighs heavy on what is and what could be, distorted by depriving it of oxygen, suffocating the mind of realism. For what is, is now what could be and what could be, is reality. What could be is suffocating amidst normalicy and routine fallen to fear. But what could be, will never remain what is.

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Jun 18, 2015

Jun 18, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC

Lithium

Dancing illusions, Dancing delusions

The light gives way to the dark blanket of shadows thrown over actuality, smothering the last flicker of infallibility. The blanket weighs heavy on what is and what could be, distorted by depriving it of oxygen, suffocating the mind of realism. For what is, is now what could be and what could be, is reality. What could be is suffocating amidst normalicy and routine fallen to fear. But what could be, will never remain what is.

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I wish I could say Life is easier with you here. But, Depression doesn't work that way. No amount of love i have, Will change how I See and feel the world. But when the darkness clears, And I can see and feel the world With the clarity of normalicy. You make that, The most magical time It could possibly be. And for me, That is enough to stave, The darkness. To get me through Right back to you.

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC

CatacalysticEvent

Stave the Darkness

I wish I could say Life is easier with you here. But, Depression doesn't work that way. No amount of love i have, Will change how I See and feel the world. But when the darkness clears, And I can see and feel the world With the clarity of normalicy. You make that, The most magical time It could possibly be. And for me, That is enough to stave, The darkness. To get me through Right back to you.

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