Normal


I used to sit on the bench
trying not to show my insanity.
See I used to be out for revenge
to the normal people of society.
But what is normal?
That's the universal question.
We should ask the ones who dress formal
as those are the people we invest in
to watch and judge us,
for those misfits looking for the path
where we make our own justice
to force a change to the draft.

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