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Aditi Kumar Sep 2015
I see colors.
But all I think of is black.
The bright blue of the sky
Is always clouded by ugly grey clouds
In my mind.

Each of my eyes
Sees different things.
One of them sees everything
That any normal eye should;
Family, friends, birds, trees.
A vast blanket of normalness.

The other one, however,
Sees how threadbare the blanket really is.
Sees only the shadows that fall behind
Family, friends, birds and trees.

The other eye sees everything
As it really is.
The other eye realises
That the lush lawn of our humanity
Is really just a concrete floor
Painted green.
You only see what you want to see. Concentrate on the positive things in life, and that is all you will see.
Em Glass Apr 2013
Admittedly, the beginning of this is not a poem. It is a link to a video that everyone in the world needs to see. The poem follows.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ROXTFfkcfo&list;=PL9ABB2F7C182BA1D8

this way people can see
because when the roles
are reversed, everything feels
wrong. you are suddenly
trapped in a world that is not
right. everywhere you turn, the
wrongness is blatant to you.
but not to them. to them it
is normal, a vague term,
an existential-crisis-invoking
term. but what do.

that is how it is. in a normal
world, the normalness surrounds
and suddenly it is like being trapped
underneath a bell jar of a dream
and everyone is acting like nothing
is wrong, but maybe they are just messing
with your fragile mind. because shouldn't
it be the other way around?

wait, what?

it's like everyone got the memo
except you and not a single
soul will share it with you,
because you should have gotten
the **** thing yourself,
and nothing makes sense, how
can they all think feeling this way
is so normal, it's reversed, it must be,
nothing makes sense and no one
will explain and some people feel
like that all the time
.

what can you do
when no one is there

nothing. you can do
nothing. you must
be strong and you must
wait and you must
know that someone
is coming, someone must
come.

you must do nothing.
that way, you can stay
alive

for something.
Zoë May 2015
funny how just words from an unrelated song
can make you think so much about past, and future
current unhappiness of the situation
past happiness.
can make the situation awkward,
when you know you're all thinking the same thing.
when you know that everyone sees the gap,
sees the large **** in all of the normal.
but until we can agree to stop pretending,
we'll all continue on this path,
always reassuring everyone that it's all normal
Anthony Nov 2018
War
I am at war.
I am at war with myself.
Sometimes the good wins sometimes the bad and it shows itself on my face, on my arms and my legs.
This is a battle where no matter the outcome.
I loose.
This war inside of me. It hurts. Like I'm being ripped in half. I hate that I feel like this but at the same time I crave it.
I belong in misery. I don't deserve happiness or normalness. I deserve this war.
Because in the end.
I am This war.
SN Sep 2016
A fly tickles my ribcage
Out in the half rain
I postpone the cigarette
Remember to eat

A stormfront of thoughts hovering near
Precarious and portending events
I sweep up in denial until the mirror breaks

I take better care not to fall back again
I take better care of myself now than I did then
But still it comes around as if reminding me
And my normalness is at stake

Even though I probably never was
I'd like to think I am
Just as normal as you all

I'm waiting here semi-passively
My chains of fear still binding me
Stuck between choosing the future that I want
and the things I'll have to face to make it so

All the while wondering where I did go
Melanie Rose Mar 2014
I could feel so insecure
So purely unsure
Of what I am in this world
Especially, what I am to you

But then you fall asleep
And then I fall in love
with you all over again
I adore the way you snore
It reminds me that you're as human as I am

So when I feel inferior and alone
I remember your normalness
(and the beauty within it)
Under all of your extravagancies
I remember my quirkiness
Under all of my insecurities

I remember your whispers
Over my heartfelt tears that fell so endlessly
Until you reminded me that you love me
and always will, unconditionally

So, I love the way you think
And I love the way you sleep
And I love you who are
And I love that you love me

Because it reminds me that you're only as human as me
And that my normalcy doesn't scare you away
Because our love is extraordinary.
So I seemed misleading
Tottally faked my origins
Story of a normal kid...
Generation millennial
Orbiting planet horseshit
Bordering mortal sin
Pretending to be God...
The sworn allegiance
To my divorce
From social  normalness
They controlling ****
Who form lobbies
To enforce
Rules on
******* ****
And warnings on my
Torture flicks....
I'm more I guess
Self loathing on par 4
Tiger woods
Of ******* course it is...
Like torment is
My ordinary
Home away from
Pharmacist and ***** flicks.....
Morbid self involvement
Rigomortice... and im sworn to fix
My diabetes sweet tooth
And a performance inch
That morphed into
A sworn addiction
Into every  thing tharz torn and slit
Rips adorn my garments
Warn other kids
Just ignore the stitch
My heart is fragile
I'm a bully
I'm abnormal
with a shorted switch
Cereal killer horror flick
Bowl and milk
But this cereal is more for kids
Oh right its trix
It ******* warned it is....
I lost my gender
In a mother morphing storage bin...
And morphed my head of shredded lettuce into a warning blip...
Feeling
Pressure like a stormy system
Against an early warning system

Bout to pour this morning
Tie up your corsette...
Lingerie vocabulary
Of corsette thats your only victim...
Boring *******
Bout to tear it up and save my only care

Social norm...
Forming solar glare
With Ray ban shoulder stares
As cool as skully... my friend Michelle...
Or drug addicted polar bears....

I got evicted courage...
Delicious words but...
I get lifted like a gifted perfect person
Gets intercepted nerves that
Sound the simple birth...
So don't ****** persons
Of every gifted talent given....
I bless love with vision
Words of surface mission...
Until it turns my worth into a weapon
That can burn the cryptic
Plan of politicians in the ****** business....

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