Normal

Your view is oh-so twisted, Darling.
I hate to break it to you,
but I'm not a perfect angel as perceived.
The devil's blood is my own;
and I'm not ashamed of the conflict that bore me.

Sorry that I was not fit for public display;
a hissing and spitting little monster.
Venomous words that leave a mark
as opposed to the honeyed tongue you show everyone else.
Sorry, that's never been for me.

Trapped, I was as sure then as now.
No way out of these four walls, always growing taller.
I can't get up and over.
The only way out is strait through;
my actions carved into stone.

I'm going to miss these brick walls
that have taught me so much.
The lesson to build myself past them;
to see the sights past the non-existent windows
and above the glass ceiling portraying blue skies.

See you in another life, home town;
because I most certainly won't be seeing you again in this one.
And after all of this, you wanted me to be normal?
I think you've lost your weird little mind.