"Normal"
The normalness is killing me:
"Let us all be the same and have the same cars.
Let's wear the same clothes, and have no pawns
in this game we call Life."
I cannot be the same just as you cause
I know for a fact that we were born the same way
and we act the same way, but into different beings
we've become.
The normalness is killing me:
"Only God can judge us!"
If that was what we worried about, we wouldn't act
the same, and "turn up" just the same, and be the same; we
would be us, nevertheless trying to be someone that we never were.
The normalness is killing me:
"Stop being wierd."
Hey, that wierdness is what defines me, and there is no shame in the game
if I'm not the same. No, I am not a size that is acceptable, nor do I have
the six-pack that is a perpetual image that is "right". I have what you
don't have: I have myself not corrupted by this Life called "Society"
that becomes worse by the day.
I am Me.
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