The trouble with normal
A world designed for the ordinary, the common thread,
Leaves me longing for a place where I'm not misread.
In solitude's embrace, I often dwell,
Aching for the stories that my heart could tell
To not be normal means to be judged,
To be misunderstood, to be begrudged.
To be hurt, and hurt others just to belong
It's all a constant reminder of what is wrong.
The trouble with normal is it stifles our art,
Suppressing the passions that burn in our heart.
It seeks to mold us into lifeless clones,
But it's in our quirks that true beauty is shown.
The path less traveled can be a lonely road,
With jagged edges where dreams erode.
Yet, in my difference, there's a strength I find,
A unique perspective, an open mind.
Though it's lonely and sad to not be the norm,
I'll weather the storm, my spirit will transform.
For in embracing my true self, I'll see,
The beauty in being authentically me.
Loneliness may visit, sadness may persist,
But I'll carve my own path, where my heart insists.
For in the tapestry of life, we all play a part,
And it's in our uniqueness that we find our art.
- Fatima Valdivia
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