He was from a broken home, with yelling and screaming a daily lullaby;
she, one intolerant and sceptic, with what she could do viewed with distaste.
Two abnormal children, trapped in a normal little town with normal little puppets
being pulled this way and that by their strings woven from concentrated normality.
Two abnormal children, wanting somewhere warm where belonging isn't bartered
with actions and choices and pretences designed to impress and placate.
He felt fragmented, as if he'd never be whole again, outside the circle of happy smiles;
she was inside but felt like an amateur actress being directed to be someone
whose normal, normal skin that does nothing abnormal will never truly be hers.
Then, in the little park with the trees and swings, they collided, and everything reacted;
their abnormalities said hello and found proof that somewhere they too could be normal,
and prejudices fled like wild horses spooked, never to find their way back home to them.


A/N: Thank you to my brother for beta reading this collection despite the fact that he's clueless about poems; that's dedication.