Normal??

What is normal?
What is sane?
What is life?
Whats our reason to live in vain?

We are not normal
We just think we are
The only things that are normal
Are things made like manufactured cars

They have a model
And are made the same
We are made different
We are given a name

There is no sane
The is only reality
Where we live to the laws
Of a manufactured city

Life is a gift
We should treat it well
If we dont we end up
6 ft under, a lot closer to hell

We dont actually live in vain
Its more personal
And more than a word
Its insecure pain

You're given a gift
That is your life
Live with it forever
Why change it with a knife?

People change
To suit others
Why? We are meant to be different
Even to sisters and brothers

Listen to your heart
It will show you a way
To live with yourself
Each and every day...