To the normal

It's 3:45am. I feel I need to address this, tonight among the many nights of my life I keep hearing of these people's voices. I feel distant from the normal, the normal people around me. I think of myself as something alien and foreign. Not in a sense of superiority, but of strangeness. Nestled within a society so prominently simple. I think I should not say what I mean. To say so simply, would be to kill a baby bird before it could fly. One such as I, feels distant, unnaturally different. I think what made me normal, and simple, died a long time ago. Only now, as my maturity grows, I come to realize the vividly real person I am. Unfortunately, it comes only with distance, and coldness. Maybe to be evil, to be cruel is my true person. And all the years that I dedicated to niceness and purity, are a shadow to the core of my being. It is so hard sometimes, to mask myself, I know one day it will tear, and the real me will be awoken, from the eternal slumber. Until then, I will allow myself to be unreal, and throw myself into the plague.