The Death of Normal, The Birth of Real

I thought I was perfect,
Completely average in every way.
Nothing at all to make me stand out,
With nothing much to say.

The perfect average boyfriend,
Always by my side.
So imagine my shock at finding out,
That last night he had died.

And so begins the death of normal.

I don’t know how long I cried,
But to me it felt like years.
Memories of us played in my mind,
And flowed out through my tears.

I didn’t sleep or eat,
Then began to wear only black.
All of my popularity was gone by now,
And I knew my friends weren’t coming back.

The death of normal is complete,
Now begins the birth of real.

Then I met you,
You smiled and called me friend,
You showed me it was ok to be different,
And how to stand out instead of blend.

I found out who I am,
And slowly began to see.
The person that I was before,
Wasn’t really me.

I tell others what I think,
And what I really feel.
I no longer try to be normal,
Now, all I am, is real.