Sometimes I pretend that I'm normal,
but I get bored, so I come back to me.
It's not that I'm extraordinary.
It's just I'm unlike those I see.
Sometimes they pretend to perceive it,
but I see that far look in their eyes.
I wonder if my words were expected,
or were they a complete surprise?
Sometimes I retreat into my shell
where alone I can muse on my thoughts.
It's easier than striving to mingle,
and end up with everything in knots.
Sometimes I think I'm so stable,
then find myself out on the edge.
I scramble to lighten the outcome,
but deeper and deeper I dredge.
So, it seems there's no use in pretending,
for normal is just not for me.
The more I should try to be normal,
more abnormal I find me to be.
It's just me.
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