I look around me
and sometimes I see
A glimpse of something new ahead
but mostly I see nothing – I am dead
My mind is racing, rampant erratic thoughts
of things long past, and things not done,
waiting for something, am I the only one?
that feels this way, day after day.
Be patient, they say,
time will heal, fear will pass
and you will feel
much better, normal, like everybody else.
What is normal? How do they know my mind, when they speak.
Perhaps it’s normal to be a freak.