Normality

A Poem by Danicakes

About my monsters

Being swallowed up by the world isn’t the best thing but that’s mostly how I feel. Because dealing with depression and anxiety is almost exactly like that. The thing I wish were the most as a kid was to be normal, like everyone else. I prayed the day and night that I would be good so God can make me “normal”. And even though I prayed and listen to my mother nothing ever happened,nothing ever changed. As I grew older I started hating myself not knowing what was wrong with me.I had many illnesses but I didn’t know who I was. I still don’t. Even now I still struggle to swim through Waves and currents running through forests without tripping. Still I climb mountains that throw boulders and avalanches at that shake me. It’s not the end I tell myself just about every day, but I know the monsters are no longer under my bed but around me. And in my head, they surround me even when I close my eyes.