Normal

I am a victim of my clouded interpretation
My troubles are a byproduct
A side effect of what I considered "normal"
Though we often don't know any better
Our souls must
A part of us is miserable despite "normal"
A piece of us just knows
I subliminally struggled against my infected vision
I fought the marred version of "normal"
But I tried to keep my emotions stifled
I swallowed the feeling that something
Just wasn't right
I was miserable despite "normal"
I somehow knew
I changed my world, for the better I hoped
I started over with clearer sight
Things are falling apart
I think, but maybe, this is just normal
I'll never know what is going on
I created this warped normalcy
I'm afraid I regret it
I'm still miserable
So I don't know