Why can’t I be normal?
I’m Liberal in a Conservative town.
I’m an ignorant millennial in an age of computers
A past ponderer, when everyone else looks to their future.
A girl in a man’s world.
My mother is the strongest person I know.
My father is the most sensitive person I’ve met.
But the world taught that men are supposed to be manly
And women are soft, feminine, and delicate.
But I surround myself with labels.
Try and force myself in a box labeled “normal”.
And live in a cruel, unfamiliar world.
Not a world of uniformity,
But a world of constant anxiety.
Am I normal?
Do I act sane?
But I have this to say.
The world needs you to be crazy.