Am I normal?
Let’s be frank and informal
No, I am not.
But who to define the normal’s format?
Look at Miley,
Used to be nice and smiley,
But now all strange and odd…
What’s behind her façade?
Same as behind me
As I turned thirty-three…
I used to be happy and free
Now I am scared, from cockroaches I flee.
If you take Psychology 101 (or maybe 102)
Rule number one or could be two:
Who’s to define what is normal?
If to hear the voices’s abnormal,
To you, it might not be to me
So, just let me be.
What if Universe is more than you can observe?
What if I get what I really deserve?
What if my life plays out a plan
And I deal with the pain because of the sins of my clan?
What’s is it to you
With your normal IQ?
Nothing, zero, unimportant and lame…
What a pity… your loss and your shame
To judge what you don’t understand
People like me criticize and ban
From your ‘normal’ important life span.
Well, I said it. Try to understand
I am also your friend.
Love me, love me, I need your support
Let me come up on board.
Alexandra Mahanaim (c)