Fat Ugly Lies

Chapter 19

I walk into the building,
Same as I do every other week day,
People will glance,
Clearly in disgust,

But otherwise take no notice,
So far so good,
Well so far so normal,

Normal,
I've long had a hatred for that word,
Mainly perhaps I knew it would never,
Be a word that described me.

Never one,
I could happily go out saying that I was,
Yep that's me! I'm normal
Is something I once longed to be able to say,

But what truly was normal?
In a society where new things are accepted and old things thrown out,
Far too quickly,
Where it was impossible to keep with the trend,
So people would start their own,

No one followed each other anymore,
Most individuals were unique to themselves,
So in a perfect society
How would we group ourselves?

Who would be the normal ones?
And who would be the outcasts?
The oddballs,
The unfit.

I think,
No matter what universe I'm in,
I'll always be the outcast,

But I think,
In time,
I'll probably learn to accept that,

Because if that is how it is,
Then that's how it is,
And there's nothing I,
Or any other odd ones out like me,
Can do about it.

And that's ok, right?
Yeah.
Being different isn't going to kill me,

Maybe bring me near death experiences,
Maybe get me badly hurt,
Mentally and physically,
But they would never kill me.

And I wouldn't ever kill myself.