ᴘᴏᴇᴍ 𝟷 "ᴍʀ ᴜɴɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ"

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Why?

Why am I so uncomfortable with myself? Why am I so mad at the girl with the brown hair?

See I am not normal or am I me

I'm just a person who's washed up, so empty and alone.

Mr. unnormal is what they call me

They used to laugh at me, they used to call me names. They used to tell me that I couldn't fit in their friend group.

Huh?

I was only 5 at the time

Mr. unnormal

That's what my mom told me

She told me I was a mistake, and I cried.

I cried and cried until my eyes turned red

I was like a red balloon that flew up in the sky

All alone with no one to lend on

Hi, I'm Mr. unnormal and I'm here to stay.

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