SMILING DEVIL

I just wanna be normal ya know. Everyday I ask god that I may be normal. I don't like this feeling. Like I am out of place. Even in my own home. With my nice parent. I wanna be comfortable. I wanna have some peace of mind.

But I can't. I am not normal. My head keep screaming about how uncomfortable I am. How annoying living is. How awkward it is meeting other people.

Maybe that's the problem. Other people. If I get rid of people, this problem will disappear by itself, right?

But where do I begin? How? When? And most importantly who? Who will be the first? Right there and then my mom tap me on the shoulder and told me dinner is ready. And there it is folks, a lightbulb just lit up. Hold on, I'll be right back...