But, I am still a normal human being

A poem.

What is normal,
I ask.
I toss the word around
not thinking its definition
applies to me.
I tripped and fell you see,
drowning in abnormality.
Or at least that is what
I am led to believe.

I am caught up in this
definition of normal.
What is it like to be normal?
What is normal?

I was diagnosed depressed.
Something I had feared,
never had the courage to say.
That awful “D” word
that brings with it stigmas
and stereotypes.
The what-ifs of my existence.
What if it is too much?
What if I break down?
What if I slip back
into the darkest days?
I was diagnosed depressed
but
I am still a normal human being.

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