You may ask yourself who am I?
I often ask myself that question.
I have yet to find the answer.
Maybe it's easier to ask who I'm not.
I'm not the person everyone thinks,
cheery and happy all the time.
That's just who they choose to see.
I'm a very sensitive person.
A lot of the time I'm sad.
I suppose some people think I'm strange.
Well it could be true.
I'm definitely not normal.
But then again, what is normal?
There's not really a standard definition for the word.
Normal can't be the same,
because no two people are alike.
Everyone is different, strange in their own way.
Therefore no one is normal.
I suppose some people don't agree with me,
but then no one always gets along.
It's just a part of life.
Life isn't always fair and it isn't always fun.
Life is whatever you make of it,
nothing more and nothing less.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here.
What is it I'm supposed to do?
Maybe one day I'll find out.
My only question is when and how?
