We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Batman or Joker

Oh gosh.

My heart hurts.

I'm a fraud aren't I?

What right do I have to judge someone else's mental health?

Why do I put him down? Huh? When you do the exact same things and have the same thoughts?

Why do you make yourself seem so great?

At day, you're confident and bright.

But when the sun sets, your mask comes off and you stay up all night with the taunting thoughts of your self worth.

Thinking about death... all night. You loathe yourself. 

You're a superhero by day. But a villain at night.

You stay up all night from the guilt of your very presence. The regret of your existence.

Die!

Die!!

Die!!!

What do you want to die though?

You or your thoughts?

You or your chronic sadness?

You or your scars?

Gosh, you're so pathetic. You can't even admit to others that you're sad but get upset because your dad doesn't ask you how you're doing. Wanna know why?

It's because you smile.

You smile.

And you laugh.

And you dance around.

All of that is a veil covering what's truly underneath.

It's because you took flowers to others because you were sad. You buy flowers to cheer others up but you push aside your own heartache.

You were hurt by your family's lack of action but you bought them donuts.

Because you were sad.

Why do you take care of others sadness and neglect your own?

Oh. Haha. I know why.

It always comes back to it. The same thing.

Why don't you ever admit that she crushed you?

You always protect her and make excuses for her.

But you're shattered. Because of her.

Because of her you can't love yourself.

Because of your her you stay up at night questioning your value.

Hush child.

There you go again, crying alone.

No one to hold you.

No one to wipe your tears.

No one.

You curl up but you can't even hold yourself to self soothe because that will make you feel even more alone.

It's quite pitiful.

Come on. That's pointless.

No matter how much you squeeze your eyes shut and press your hands against them, the tears will still form.

And they will still fall.

Just like your fallen heart...

Even if you cry outloud, it'll still be left unheard.

Little lightning girl.

I haven't called you that in a while.

You're a superhero during the day.

But a villain by night.

So, which side of you is more powerful?

Which one will win?

The hero?

Or the villain?

Are you Batman or the Joker?

Alright, everyone.

Cast in your bets.

Its time to see who wins.