My Poetry Journal

Normal

I feel everything too much. It's the little things that bother me and big ones that don't seem to faze me. That's why my family calls me lazy, and unappreciative. Because I know now. I know now that I feel too much and feel too little. I think too much and think too little. It's so hard to understand but it's true. It's heartbreakingly true. The text I send gets left on read, I cry and overthink for days. I'm about to die and all I can do it sigh and let it happen. It's not normal I'm telling you it isn't normal. But it is. I know I'm not the only one but I should be. We all aren't normal so what is normal? Why is normal a word when we all feel like this? We aren't normal. Nobody is normal. I'm not normal and neither are you. So tell me, what the hell is normal? Is it feeling alright? Is that normal to you? Is it feeling upset? Is THAT normal to you? What is normal was my question long ago, it is my question now, and it will be my question forever. Define normal, somebody for the love of god. But I have a better idea. Completely erase the word normal. Just most and some. More and less. But never normal. Because my friends, nobody is normal and nobody will ever be normal.