The Crisis of Normality

I've spent all my life trying to be normal. Once, I achieved it quite by accident. It was the worst feeling I've ever known.

The colors in my head often dance as they wish,
They’ve been there through grief and through song.
I’ve trusted forever,
Only to find,
That forever is immortally wrong.
Forever rules and empire filled
With dust shattered beings and lies.
Forever has no security filled
Except
What it sees
In my eyes.
It’s like the curtain is down, and you’re all wearing sweats,
And I’m still on my stage, dresses in formals.
So tell me, dear world, is this what it’s like?
Is this how it feels
Being normal?
Is this what it’s like?
Oh you poor creatures,
For I feel rather like I am dead.
I don’t think I could stand to be normal,
As grief rids the hues from my head.
I’d rather be blind,
Then to die in a mass,
Of quivering, sweltering black.
Oh you poor people, why can’t you see?
Being normal’s like a stab in the back.

Author's Note

Long story short, i've spent my whole life chasing normality. i also have a rare disorder called synesthia. i don't have time to explain it, so if you care enough you can look it up. basically it just makes my life a little more... colorful... than others. the other day i hit a new pit of saddness which made it temporarily go away. and it was terrible. compleatly, and utterly the worst experience ever. and, it was what everyone else experiences every single second of their lives.

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

I agree completely. Honestly I don't think ain't no one really normal. Everyone's an individual and 'normal' is relative. The extended simile here is a great example. Thank you.

[Harley (arbiter)]

Loved it! True aswell! I'm glad I'm not normal lol great job and I liked your word choices. Keep up the good work