Normal, normal, normal

To whomever may read, think, or in any way sense  
These blundering notions in my head, these utterances, words  
That do little to tell what I feel. But, I'll try:  
Kill me or leave me to die,  
By all means let expire the expendable that is just one more  
Convenient, conventional, comprehensible, comprehensive, comprehended individual.  
And yet he realizes the stupid contradiction of first  
Stabbing the equally stupid notion  
Of individuality,  
And now pledging to be different,  
Even if it takes his life,  
Which is the same to any other.  
And doing so, so recently, so  
Naively disguising what cannot be true,  
But certainly seems to be.  
But, by all means,  
And if this feeling so happens to be what's real,  
Kill me, reader, audience, God,  
If ever normal, normal, normal,  
I become.