At first I thought I was normal. I thought the voices I heard were what everyone heard. I thought the things I saw, everybody did. I thought the way the shadows played with me one day, and brought me down another day, were normal. I thought that it was normal to always feel eyes watching me. But that's not what everyone else said. Some days my demons tell me I'm normal. I still believe them. They're my closest friends. But them the next day, I'm a no good freak. I just want to be normal.