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Is everyone else strange?
I thought I was normal
But what does it even mean to be normal?
It's not like I have a basis for that...
I figured it's the middle of the night, so nobody would be around
so why am I passing through people in an alley?
I thought at least my insomnia was something I had to myself
I'm disappointed that I'm not the only one
What does it mean to be like something?
Saying stuff like "just live like you're being yourself"
as if I just understand what life is
What do you think you can tell me, looking down on me like that?
I don't want to fit into the image
that the people around me have decided for me
When I think about those things, I can't sleep
so I turn that corner again
The streetlights are so bright
that even the starry sky is half-hearted
It doesn't matter if tomorrow is sunny or rainy
The only thing that'll come is a day like today; it never changes
The real me isn't like this, it's like that —
but even if I try to make a denial like that, nobody cares
Huh, why am I crying...?
Because if you get this close you won't be able to look at me properly
It's like I'm something that's just reflected in the scenery
It doesn't matter, even if the out of focus subject is glaring or crying
If I try to make people understand, it just gets awkward
so if I just stand where I'm told I'm supposed to stand,
you won't hate me, right?
If I don't cause problems
you'll give me happiness, right?
What does it mean to be like something?
"Just smile like you're being yourself," you say
So when I don't want to smile
how should I kill myself?
I'm sorry, but I definitely can't be
the person everyone expects me to be
Since nobody will notice me, even when I'm not here,
I turn the corner alone
Ah ah...
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