A Way to be Normal

 Sitting alone in a room
Forgotten
I write page after page,
Hoping that within my sentences
Is an answer to the question
I never dare ask.

How can someone like me ever be normal?

How can I manage to do
What so many do so easily,
Freely, 
As though talking and moving and living
Didn't really matter
And was just a given from birth?

If I look at them one by one
I can understand them,
But together they confuse and confound me.

So I write
Page after page,
Within my words I look for meaning,
For a place within the society I shun.
Someday soon
I hope I can say
With honesty
That I'm just a normal person.