Normal

I tell my therapist, I want to be normal,
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
 
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
 
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist,
Then why do you? she asks, her voice a catalyst.
 
To feel normal, I confess, though I see it’s untrue—
The world’s lens doesn’t fit my view.
Madness finds me, like a tide to the shore,
I lose my sanity every other Tuesday.
 
I trail off, as I often do,
Dodging truths too heavy to pursue.
Let me play dumb, let me feign content,
In this make-believe world, my heart’s descent.
 
The buzzer strikes thirty minutes, times up.  
She leans in near,
Normal’s a facade, she says, soft and clear.
And I leave, knowing deep in my core,
The mask of “normal” was never mine to wear.
 
NP