Idiosyncratic

What am I? Flesh and blood and bone On the surface. Dive deeper though, See what you can find Before you Drown. How am I? Emotions roar Then dull out A simple “Fine” Which is enough for you But not for me. Where am I? I’m here Of course, But not really Here, I’m in the zone And zoning Out. Why am I? Why can’t I just be? Just be? Normal. Normal Doesn’t exist. If you’re normal, Then you Don’t Exist. You don’t exist. Who am I? You think you know me. Look again, Because you’re wrong. I’m not Who you think I am At all.