The things I see the things I hear they don't make sense to the world. They'll never make sense to anyone normal. Because I'm not normal. I've come to realize that weird its the new normal. I see things that aren't there. I feel things that leaves others questioning. Why question me when you can't understand? Why do you want to understand the unexplainable. The pain I get in my head the short breaths the sleepless nights. Why? Why do they make me feel like this. I'm terrified. I'm horrified. I'm weak. I'm on my knees catching my breath. The breath that they steal from me. Out of everyone, why me? I remember being 8 years old when I encountered a face, a shadow. It was then when I began a forever lasting beginning.
