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NORMAL IS THE REAL CURSE
<p>THE SANCTUARY OF MY MADNESS</p><p><br/></p><p>I wear a mask that says I’m okay.</p><p>I play the part of someone whose world is in order.</p><p>But underneath, everything rots.</p><p>My mind doesn’t think,it convulses.</p><p>It glitches like a broken screen,</p><p>twitches like something possessed.</p><p>The voices are quieter now,</p><p>but silence has never been their home.</p><p>They whisper still,</p><p>in corners where light doesn’t reach.</p><p>The hallucinations don’t come often,</p><p>but when they do</p><p>they cling to me like shadows I can’t scrape off.</p><p>The darkness never left.</p><p>It just learned how to wait.</p><p>Yes, I feel “better.”</p><p>Better only because someone listens,</p><p>someone pretends not to judge.</p><p>But deep down, I know if they stay,</p><p>they might drag me toward “normal.”</p><p>And that terrifies me more than any nightmare.</p><p>Because I don’t want to be cured.</p><p>I don’t want the voices gone.</p><p>They’re not my tormentors,</p><p>they’re my only companions.</p><p>They understand.</p><p>They stay when flesh-and-blood people leave.</p><p>So I sabotage every solution.</p><p>I spit out the pills.</p><p>I bury the answers.</p><p>Because I’d rather rot with my demons</p><p>than heal with strangers.</p><p>Normal has never belonged to me.</p><p>From the moment I opened my eyes in this world,</p><p>I was marked—abnormal, unwanted.</p><p>And now they think they can “fix” me?</p><p>Cut out the only parts of me that are real?</p><p><br/></p><p>Hell no.</p><p>Let me bleed with my hallucinations.</p><p>Let me burn with my voices.</p><p>Let me drown in the chaos that raised me.</p><p>I don’t want salvation.</p><p>I don’t want normal.</p><p>I want my madness.</p><p>And I will never let it go.</p>
NORMAL IS THE REAL CURSE
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