What is normal?
That's the general response,
But it's not seeing shadows;
Your stomach in knots.
It's not being afraid,
To leave your own home,
Always isolated and withdrawn;
Always alone.
It's not hearing your loved one,
Say things out loud;
Just to find out,
It was a ficticious sound.
It's not constantly worried,
Paranoia and unrest;
Thinking your neighbors,
Want you to be the next arrest.
It's not ten pills a day,
And psychiatrist visits;
Losing your mind,
In a matter of minutes.
What is normal?
It certainly isn't suggestive;
Of the dark fate,
Of being schizoaffective.
YOU ARE READING
The Sound of Silence
PoetryThis is my second book of poetry. If you've read the first one, you know that these poems are meant to draw out feelings and thoughts. It is not a fairytale, and not every poem will make you happy. Some will make you cry. Some will make you laugh. S...
