I'm not normal but just not the same.
My smile is easy to aquire but my anger is a slowly brewing storm.
I forgive and forget so easily.
I'm a rule follower and so damn rebellious.
I am loud in my head and quiet out loud.
I like living in the moment but hate being in it.
I'm weird but you don't have to know me to know it.
People like me and people don't.
I listen but I also purposely ignore.
Everything around me screams back-the-fuck-up and look-away.
I look like geek but all I am is lazy.
My hair is long, yet short.
I fucking hate the rain and the wind and the sun.
I like people who hate me for unknown reasons.
I hate it when people don't realise that I'm making fun of them.
I'm sarcastic but openly honest.
I am addicted to escaping but I just end up running at reality.
I do work out of habit but I don't want to.
I hate people for what they do to others but love how they ignore me.
I detest cool people just for the fact their cool.
I like being around happy people, just so I can ingest their happiness.
I can't stand confusion but people always confuse me, so it's never far.
I want to be forgotten, so I try to sit completely still and become invisible.
People who I've known for years don't remember I'm here.
I just give a fuck what I think, everyone else can go judge someone who actually cares.
I ain't innocent but everyone thinks I am.
I embarrass myself but when I'm tired or hungry I don't mind.
What the heck is normal anyway?

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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.