I love poetry and sometimes I’m not the best with words and I enjoy sharing here so I wrote this it’s called
Distorted Reality
Some days I wake up and ask myself, what is it to be normal?
At 23 partying should be at the forefront of my mind.. texting boys, skipping class, living life on the edge?
Some fantasize about about wedding days the perfect dream dress.
Others a House a car maybe even kids...
The club then class maybe even the gym?
Meanwhile I haven’t faced a full length mirror in years... all I’ll see is shattered hope and fear
Do I want these things?
NO.
But I should who wouldn’t want all we dreamed of as kids.
So I put on my mask, make the accounts, tight dress on and then I head out.
Loud music and dancing my head already spinning..
I force myself to relax....have a drink that’ll calm me down, I flirt with a few praying they don’t touch me.
The night mixes everything a blur, I guess this is normal right?
I thought it was suppose to be fun..
My normal is different people say that’s okay... as they walk away.
Next club Next party without a single thought.
My Normal is hard because it’s the normal nobody wants.....