Not Normal
What is normal?
I have skin, eyes to see, a nose to smell, a mouth to eat, ears to hear the songs I love.
Normal but feel like extraterrestrials from above.
I yearn to travel to places I have never seen.
Will I feel normal when I go across sea?
I understand people more than most.
Because of that I observe and seem invisible like I'm a ghost.
I dress pretty normal for a lady.
Put mismatching socks slouchy hat maybe.
My eyes are big, honest, and kind.
Maybe normal isn't a thing I can find.
Unique as I am is beautiful too.
At least I'm genuine, yes it's true.
I love chasing sunsets like a gypsy.
Nature calls making me shifty.
I see through people and know their heart.
I'm sensitive not normal and accepting myself is a start.
I'm creative, an artist, a writer, a poet.
At least I am me and I know it.
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