It's not me...

Maybe it's not me    
Could I be the normal one    
That single almost perfect pearl    
Rounded by nature    
If so, then why am I    
Surrounded by nothing but irregular ones    
   
It's not the company I keep    
It's about how the standards have been lowered    
in order to maintain a sense of normal    
   
I see the glass as half full    
You don't even see the glass    
Far too many feel entitled    
To what and why?    
   
Your self loathing, self-serving and fail at most everything you do    
Following a simple instruction is beyond your intellectual grasp    
Yet it's never you fault    
So...    
Maybe it's not me    
   
I'm trying to understand why I need to understand your madness    
How did you become the norm and me the outsider    
   
I'm forced to hide in the shadows    
mocking you but...
You wouldn't know that    
     
Facebook is your New York Times    
All the news that's unfit to print    
Your lives are a public forum    
   
Problem is ...    
You see nothing wrong with that    
So again, How did it get to be me    
   
Medicating me in any fashion    
will not change the facts    
   
I'm strong and have a sense of purpose    
YOU are a figment of your imagination    
   
The question remains    
Or...    
Would this be a statement  
   
It's not me