normal is all i ever wanted.
what i strived for, what i dreamed.
to fit in with the crowd,
to be heard, to be seen.
but is normal really worth it in a world like this?
tomorrow, it may not be.
when "normal" becomes the "weird",
what does that then mean for me?
we are like the snowflakes,
no two can be the same.
if different is unusual,
then who are you to shame?
normal is not what i want.
what i strive for, nor what i dream.
for if the crowd becomes too big, too loud,
how would you be heard or seen?
YOU ARE READING
aria's poetry book
Poesíahi everyone!! i am currently working on a new book for you all, don't worry... but in the meantime, while you wait, i've decided to just upload some of my poetry here into a complete book for you all to see!! please enjoy, and take away from it what...
