Salutations nerds!
On today’s menu is a little number that’s caused me immeasurable delight ever since I penned it. Mainly because what I ended up using it for still has me in stitches to this day!
Picture this:
I’m sitting in biology with my partner in crime, that particular was weird, to be honest. I’d gotten an iPod and brought it with me. We were sitting in class and given an assignment. Both of for some reason couldn’t process a word written on the paper. I get a nudge under the table, and she whispers to me to pull out my new toy.
Sure, why not? I do. We each take an earbud, press play, and… magic. Suddenly the glyphs on the paper transform into words causing us to start writing like mad. And yes, the teacher saw us, but let it slip since we were working.
Anyway, after that was done, something clicked in my weird-ass brain. Maybe it was the band we had on. Maybe it was the topic in class; I can’t for the life of me put my finger on it. Whatever it was opened the floodgates and I started scribbling away. Five minutes later, I had a page full of words, not biology-related in the slightest.
Normal is the word, that brings the darkness
Normal is the word everyone uses
Normal is the word no one knows the definition of
Normal is the norm everyone holds on to
Normal is the way life should be, but NOTHING in life really is.
I have a broken personality
I am what everyone calls abnormal
I am the way no one wants to be
I am a dead soul, torn into pieces
by the ones who call themselves normal….
Broken so many times by life itself
Made a mask of feelings, that are long lost
Called a freak by others, just ’cause of the way
I show what I can’t feel anymore
hope….love….happiness no longer part of me.
Sadness, death, darkness is all that is left.
Normal is the word, that brings the darkness
Normal is the word everyone uses
Normal is the word none knows the definition
Normal is the norm everyone holds on to
Normal is the way life should be, but NOTHING in life really is.
Normal is a word
Life a metaphor
death a relief, always part of life
why can’t i be part of death?
Nothing left to lose
Soul and hope were lost…..long ago!
The funny thing is: a few days later, someone knocks on the door at home. The woman tells my mother the school recommended I see a shrink since they suspect I have suicidal tendencies…
Soooo, off to the shrink we go. Thus begins the mindnumbing interrogation. At some point, the guy tells me it’s not normal to write what I do. See where this is going? So, my smug 18-year-old self is triggered, I smell blood and go right for the kill. Lean back, look him in the eye and quote:
Normal is the word, that brings the darkness
Normal is the word everyone uses
Normal is the word no one knows the definition of
Normal is the norm everyone holds on to
Normal is the way life should be, but NOTHING in life really is.
His eyes bug out, his jaw drops, and he goes: that’s what I studied. I snort and reply I didn’t need to study to figure that out. He tells me to wait outside to talk to mum alone. On the way home, she tells me he said I had built a wall around myself, refusing to let people in, but that I had the IQ of a 24-year-old.
*mic drop*
First and only time I ever saw a shrink.
