Perfect Normalacy

you sit there complaining
saying you’re average
saying you wish you were different
sitting there, green with envy
of the person you believe me to be
trapping me beneath that perfect façade
if only you knew
that I’d love to be you, love to be normal
if only you knew
that being differently better
also meant being differently worse
if only you could see
that while I can master all the hard things,
all the things that make me different,
yet the things everyone’s supposed to know
the ones that make you normal
have always eluded me
that part of being of being different
is missing out on those normal things you take for granted
if only you’d consider
that maybe I’m different
because I can’t be normal
But you don’t, you just sit there
in your beautiful normalcy,
you’ve done all those things that I never could
learnt all those lessons that I can’t seem to understand
yet you complain
that you're not me
if only you understood why I’d switch with you in a heartbeat

maybe you don’t get A’s
but you’ve never been judged by your parents, and found lacking
maybe you can’t debate
but you’ve always had friends
maybe you can’t analyze Old English
but you’ve never felt like running away
or understood why people cut
you’ve never felt true depression
and maybe, you’re just average, nothing special
but that seems perfect
to me

sometimes being too high up is bad
you lose touch with the surface
and then you’re stuck
no way to go but up
further and further away
from the person you wish you could be
so don’t tell me you’re envious
don’t tell me you want to be different
don’t tell me you wish you were me
be glad
that you’re not
be glad that you’ll never understand just how perfect normalcy is