Dec/07/2015

As the day wears on,

As my life wears on,

Sometimes I wish I was in a different skin.

Wish I hadn’t these mental and fucked up issues to deal with.

Just normal.

But is my view of normal is hers normal?

Is she facing issues I have no knowledge of?

Does she wish she was normal like me?

When, truth is I am less than normal?

I sometimes think of suicide.

But I have too much to achieve to go down that path.

Everyone wants to be someone else,

Like me,

Or which they were a completely different sex,

Like me.

I wish humans could all accept everyone.

Not because someone acts differently means they are abnormal.

Variety is the spice of life.

After all if we were all the same,

Life would not be interesting.