How many times I have wished to be normal,
To stop going from cries to laughter,
And not to seem out of my mind for others.
Everything I do is always extreme,
It's always black and white,
Black for all the moments where I was drowing.
White for everytime that I was animated by passion.
Grey is a colour that I am not able see,
As I can't seem find any balance in this world.
Sometimes, black mixed with white becomes a dark red,
That from my heart is pouring.
But still with all the pain and all the hurricanes I've lived through.
I wouldn't change to be called with a word,
Which represents everything and yet nothing.
"Normal"
