My mother once asked me,
Why can’t you be normal,
And I ask myself too,
What is it to be normal?

Born into a world purely bare,
Breathing in a foreign air,
My body reacts,
Setting my life to disarray,
Feeling alienated I deflect my mind away.

Yet suddenly I’m home,
Surrounded but alone.

These are the inescapables,
Bow your head and set the tables,
When we have a choice, we live disabled.

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