Sacrifice

I am all alone In this great big world With nothing to call my own. Ek-wus! Save me. Save Me From what they call Normal. What really is Normal? I do not believe it even Exists. Save me from myself; I am becoming like them, I am becoming what they expect me to be. Morphing into them Instead of freeing myself! I dream of freedom But never pursue it! I try to be What they call Normal; To be completely stable throughout life, To feel no pain, To feel no passion. To fit in, Not stand out Or be called Unique Because, in the Normal World, Unique is just a euphemism of weird, Crazy. Crazy?! I take that as a compliment, At least I am different And not Normal, I would rather live, Really live, And be called insane Than feel nothing. Those they call insane, Those that live differently In a world of their own; I envy those And say, “At least they are happy.” Ek-wus! I need an Equus. I need an Equus To live, To escape from this routine Of criticizing Or be criticized; Of fixing Or be fixed; Of opening up and rearranging Or suffer the same fate. All to be like everyone else, To separate myself from what I really love, To fit in, Thinking it will make me happy Only to be disappointed In the end When I come to the realization That I was never happy. I never really experienced life as it should be: To really feel alive I need to take off this mask And show my real self, I know they will not like it, But is it worth it? To continue this routine When I know it makes me sick, Sacrifice myself for my Passion! Ek-wus! Why do you taunt me? I admit it; I do things, Terrible, Irreversible, Things. I destroy what can never again be created; Passion! I have no way of seeing in this dark, Through this dark tunnel of my future life. But I do know now That I am stuck; For in my mouth Lies this Constricting chain