I wonder what it wouls be like to be normal
To have a someone to hold at night after you have spent the whole deceiving and disrespecting them too their face and behind their back
If only I had a job that paid for all my needs, wants, and desires while dreading going there out of boredom, disdain, or ever absolute hatred of the place, coworkers, and/or boss
How would life be "clean" and disease free with a mind plagued with the concepts of who I am as percieved and dictated by the opinion of others
It must be a great joy to be liked by the masses only to have secret shame for who I truly am, only honoring my truth when under the influence of some liquid, vapor, powder, herb, pill, or substance that "releases" me
Wow! If this is what normalcy grants, I think I will stay a unique individual! At least I can write my own rules with limited interruptions.
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