Is it normal to feel the only thing you like about yourself is your friends?
Is it normal to hate all your family, yet feel that you're the problem?
Is it normal to secretly think, "Yes, yes I am," when your friends sarcastically joke about you?
Is it normal to feel sick every time you see your reflection?
Is it normal to have cried while holding back your ears for twenty minutes, in the hope they'd stay there?
Is it normal to think, "I'd love to be as skinny as them," while watching starving children in Africa?
Is it normal to think, "I wish I had that strength," while watching a programme about eating disorders?
Is it normal to wish you were someone else?
Is it normal to wish you were someone ?
Is it normal to hate yourself?
What is normal?
Author notes
I'd love some constructive criticism as this is the first poem I've written which hasn't rhymed. ^^ Oh, and most of it was written off the top of my head as I felt the need to vent.
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