Normal Schormal

Pretending to be normal is exhausting, boring, stifling, silly, abnormal. Define normal anyway. Gypsy normal? Wild woman normal? Mad cow normal? My normal could never be yours, and my today normal will be different than my normal yesterday. I probably do not even have a normal; I am wracking my brain right now, And she is laughing and nodding her head. My muse is giggling. Normal. Posh! They say. We are poking fun at this poem now, And we are writing it! Sometimes I am so completely happy and fulfilled with today That tomorrow is completely obliterated in my memory. I know people who can relive experiences from fifteen years ago. Is that normal? It seems to be for them. Not for me. I look in the mirror and Wonder who the person staring back could be. Having no idea why this unknown monster looks so different than the Twelve-year- old girl I expect to see in the mirror. Normal is a feeling I have never truly had. I do not intend to start now. Normal. Schormal.