Normal

Everyday I’m surrounded by whispers of strangers.
I’m unable to not hear the sick and twisted tongue as they echo throughout my cranium.
Louder than the music in my ear buds,
Clearer than crystal,
And more toxic than any drug discovered by man.
I must rid myself of this noise or declare myself in hysterics.
As I’m sure a Smith and Wesson would do the trick,
It would end me as well and would that be such a horror.
How many individuals made something of themselves with a council inside their heads?
I’m liable to get shut up and lock away.

Standing on the other side of the glass,
They look at me like I’m an animal.
No, a chance to… experiment.
But I’d fight back.
Screaming till my lungs burst,
Clawing till I no longer have nails,
Swinging till my limbs go limp,
And reaching for what was my freedom.
Undoubtedly, I’ll be placed in a comatose state for my own ‘safety’.
But what they took from me they’ll never know.
The chance to breathe voluntarily…gone.
I suppose it’s best to appear normal, as some secrets are never meant to be more than what they already are.