What is Normal?
What is normal, is it me?
Or the man on the street who cannot see.
The person on their own with no one there,
The lady in the wheel chair, does she really care?
The child with no family who lives in a home,
Or the man at the top with acres to roam.
The person that panics at every little thing,
The man who cant speak, he cant even sing.
The one who hears voices and sees people there.
The one that sleeps in a doorway alone and so scared.
Stigma is still there strong as can be,
Society’s curse that we all can see.
Discrimination is hurtful, I’ve felt the full force,
From friends and from family, the ones i love most.
I won’t let life define me or what i should be,
Because normal is everyone and we are all free.
Yes we’re all different in our own way,
Individual people with our own say.
To think that you know what normal should be,
Is hurtful and spiteful for them and for me.
We all have our flaws to carry around,
We’ve all got good reason to feel very proud.
So when you think normal,
What do you see?
Me, I see people all equal to me.
