V~The Weird Shelf.

My conscious screaming so loudly,
A blur of thoughts in my mind.
It's rushing ahead of me,
My mind is leaving me behind.

I'm floating outside of myself,
Looking in on my own world.
Never noticed how it resembled,
A flower with petals unfurled.

So open to suggestion,
Beautiful but vulnerable.
So secretly we lead our lives,
We're confined yet capable.

Am I on a high right now?
Or am I at my most "down to earth"?
Am I finally opening my eyes,
Looking at life and grasping it's worth?

My whole existence has been a dream,
I'm finally clutching at something real.
Is this the sensation of "normal"?
Is this how everyone else feels?

"Normal" feels so eerie to me,
I think I'll go back to being myself.
Twisted, bizarre, curious&;#8230; that's me,
Sitting in my place, labelled, "The Weird Shelf".