I am a loner.
A young woman whose only desire is to be wrapped in a blanket while time slowly fades away.
I am an ocean of tears with rough waves of regret.
I am a tsunami of feelings that humanity is fighting to prevent.
My mind is filled with colorful words if I'm shaken it just might overflow.
I'm definitely not normal,
Because oxygen aka happiness sometimes refuses to fill my lungs.
My lecturers say that I'm smart but I'm definitely stupid,
I don't even know how to accept love without thinking that everyone has a hidden agenda.
How can I ever be Normal when normal to me is bloody blades and scars