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I Am Normal... [ Competiton Poem]
Growing up an outcast as I wasn't like the other kids,
They would laugh at me and tease me for being different.
Though at the time I didn't understand why they were picking on me,
I kept to my myself and was never a trouble maker however I seemed to have the quickest temper.
I fought to defend myself from those who thought it was funny to call me a freak and weirdo just because of the many things they could find wrong with me.
Like I wasn't social no matter how hard I tried I couldn't hang with anyone because I was too shy, but they thought it was weird that I acted that way.
My family didn't understand me nor did those my age understand me,
I was struggling with a inner war I had no idea how to win.
People around me who didn't know me acted like it was a sin to be this way.
They'd stare at me and make up things about me making me feel guilty for something I couldn't control.
I was born this way,
I couldn't undo what God had planned for me.
I felt unloved and defective,
Alone and lost.
I didn't feel wanted nor did I feel like I was needed.
Couldn't figure out my purpose in life if I wasn't like everyone else so I stopped trying to be happy and stayed angry because society only saw me on the spectrum as someone who acted crazy.
But as I slowly progressed and realized my talents I go day by day living my life as if I'm sticking up a big middle finger at anyone who dares to judge me.
I'm not your charity case,
I'm not your basket case,
I'm not some poor unfortunate soul,
I'm just like every other individual on this planet.
I'm just me.
I am normal...
They would laugh at me and tease me for being different.
Though at the time I didn't understand why they were picking on me,
I kept to my myself and was never a trouble maker however I seemed to have the quickest temper.
I fought to defend myself from those who thought it was funny to call me a freak and weirdo just because of the many things they could find wrong with me.
Like I wasn't social no matter how hard I tried I couldn't hang with anyone because I was too shy, but they thought it was weird that I acted that way.
My family didn't understand me nor did those my age understand me,
I was struggling with a inner war I had no idea how to win.
People around me who didn't know me acted like it was a sin to be this way.
They'd stare at me and make up things about me making me feel guilty for something I couldn't control.
I was born this way,
I couldn't undo what God had planned for me.
I felt unloved and defective,
Alone and lost.
I didn't feel wanted nor did I feel like I was needed.
Couldn't figure out my purpose in life if I wasn't like everyone else so I stopped trying to be happy and stayed angry because society only saw me on the spectrum as someone who acted crazy.
But as I slowly progressed and realized my talents I go day by day living my life as if I'm sticking up a big middle finger at anyone who dares to judge me.
I'm not your charity case,
I'm not your basket case,
I'm not some poor unfortunate soul,
I'm just like every other individual on this planet.
I'm just me.
I am normal...
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