Nothing Normal

There’s this sense of desire

Scraped across my skin

Longing, dreaming

Of some sort of normality

A printed mark

Screaming

HELP ME, PLEASE HELP ME

but no one ever does

They never will.

But there’s nothing normal about this

I have these marks tattooed across me

Everyone can see them

And they all know

There’s nothing normal about me.

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