It isn’t easy
To be different in a world
where people strive for normality.
I know people see me as weird
And they decide they can show it no other way
But to stare and point,
Chuckling and giggling,
At my attempts to be me.
I see them whispering,
“She is so crazy!”
“What is her problem?”
I envision their faces
Curious but disgusted:
Teasing yet annoyed.
I listen to them shuffling past me
Leaving me behind,
Leaving me to suffer the silence,
Of a lonely hallway.
The colors in the walls die
And so does the rhythm that I walk to.
The void of darkness is all I can imagine.
I feel my lungs begin to crush inside me
As I start to lose my breath.
My heart feels like its being ripped into pieces
As I stand there questioning who I am
And whether I should be
The idea of normal.
My feet start to wobble and shake
Because they no longer
hear a rhythm to tap to.
My muscles start to contract
And I feel small and stupid.
The world around me spins
As I start to change my point of view.
Then I remember that there is no normal,
I don’t want to be that mindless drone.
That clone of society’s ideal person.
All I want to be is
Me…
Different.