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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.
Copyright ©
Ada Mckilligan
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