Why?

This is a "from me to me" kind of poem where I'm talking to me when I was younger.

Why can't I be normal?

 

Cause normal isn't real.

It's not something you can be,

It's only how you feel.

 

Then why don't I feel normal?

 

Because you just don't see

How beautiful you really are

And how amasing you can be.

 

Why don't I feel normal?

 

Cause, little one, you're stuck.

Stuck in the middle of everything

With no direct way out.

 

You're all alone,

You're lost at home

And no one seems to see

That you have lost

Your will to smile.

 

So why don't they see me?