Norm

I wouldn't want to write about

some things that make me, well, myself.

I can’t pronounce that out loud,

and add them to my mental shelf.

There are some memories, some feelings

that once exposed me, or escaped

another life, an alter meaning,

is there hope to be saved?

With questions to some other deities,

I run through night, to stay awake.

The answers are not always pretty,

when your entire life's at stake.

I mostly want to find closure,

to understand, what is the plot?

And all I get, is more exposure -

they want me to believe in god

Who is the father. The creator.

The one who left us die in pain.

Why is it me who feels like traitor?

Some others will and should be slain.

I realize, we all make choices

Determining, who rules the world.

To stay myself, I won’t turn voiceless,

no matter what, I keep my word.

“What is the word?” you may be asking,

that is a sign: you don’t conform.

Just be yourself, and try unmasking

the ones identified as “norm”.

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