“Little
child, take this thing.”
“But I’ve already got……”
“Shh… You need this too…
take it. If you don’t take it every
one will say that you’re mad.”
“I
have it now and it’s chained to my
heart. It can only be broken at the weakest
link, which is in the heart itself, then
I will die…. I close my eyes to everything
but the music and the words of the songs
and pretend that the “thing”
isn’t there.”
Now there’s too much of this blinding,
alien substance. It overpowers me so. It
makes MY world unreal and distorts and threatens
my existence.
I don’t feel very safe now……………People
call me bloody mental because I wont accept
it.
DO NOT OFFER ME THIS GIFT ……disguised
as something light and pretty. Something
you think I must have just because you already
have it and accept it, because I know the
monster that comes with it forces me to
live my life as others would expect me to
be and not as I really am……..Is
normality a gift?”….
………….I am not mad
for refusing it……….I am
not bloody stupid for wanting to be myself.
It
is normal to want the things that normal
people have………….If
my blood and mind are not of normal structure
then normality is poison to me…….
Oh…….don’t you know what
I mean?……
If you don’t know……….then
you are nothing to me. You are probably
normal and poison to me…………
