By Maria Okumura
I'm all wrong
I smile when I'm sad
I wear glasses even though I have perfect vision
I stress over everything, even when I don't care
I'm never happy, but I'm told I'm the happiest
I cry waterfalls but nothing comes out
I am alone in a room full of people
I am anxious around friends
I'm a teenage girl who is more comfortable sitting in a room with twenty men I don't know then two girls I do.
I get perfect grades but I don't understand a thing
I act like I own the world but a snowflake could break me
I say I'm tired every day and want to get better but I don't want to sleep
I don't have nightmares. even when I dream my family is being murdered, or that I'm being tortured or raped or dragged through any horror you can possibly think of.
I'm never scared, I never have nightmares.
I'm kind but I could bite your head off in a second
I'm wild but obey the rules
I never want to upset you but I don't give a damn what you think
I'm so very different
I want to be normal
But people say there's no such thing as normal...
but if no one's normal and everyone's different...
isn't everyone just normal?