Hervilleville

Shouldn't I be happy? Shouldn't I be sane? Shouldn't I want this? Shouldn't I care? This doesn't make sense This is what I wanted Wasn't it? I prayed to God that this would happen I guess I never thought it would I assumed that it wasn't possible That it wasn't meant for me But I guess I was wrong But then why does it feel as if nothing has changed? Why does it feel as if my life has stayed the same? When any sane person would say it has Is that it then? Is that my answer? I'm not sane That's the only logical answer I can muster However badly I don't want to believe it I don't want it to be true But it has to be There's

I’m fine really No really I’m fine Why am I crying? I’m not crying I just have something in my eye I swear I’m fine Really I am No hard feelings Why are you pushing me? I already told you I’m fine No I’m not depressed What do you mean what’s on my arm That’s nothing The cat scratched me, that’s all No I didn’t cut myself People who do that are crazy I didn’t cut myself Don’t think you’re that special that I would want to do that Why won’t you leave me alone? Just leave me alone That’s all I ask You’re not that important anyway What do you mea

What do you feel? I feel nothing I never have and never will Never again Some call this insanity Some call this sadistic To me, it is neither We all have our own opinions Mine just might be a little different than yours Does that make me different? I don’t want to be different I wasn’t trying to be different I was just being myself For that I am called a freak A nobody Never again Some say that you can never get out of this Some say there’s something wrong with you But what about what I think? What if I think this is normal? What if I want to be this way? Why do people get the right to define if you’re