Fighting The Norm Without So Much As Punk Rock

The sirens scream danger,
Through our everyday lives,
Telling us what’s deemed
Normal and right.
Should we even listen,
To their metallic waring,
Or should it be ‘Normal’
Which us un-norms are goring?
I’ve waited in shadows,
Violent thoughts in my head,
While all those around me,
Just see me as dead.
I’ve defied all who’ve told me,
That to live I must change,
But that is not living,
It’s existing in chains.
I’ll chose my own path,
Carve my plans in the bones,
I shall never give up,
‘til I find a place called ‘home’.
But is even that normal?
Will it be to me?
Or is it just another shelter,
Of self mental brutality?
And so this loop shall continue,
‘til the day I shall die,
But even in death,
There shall be no goodbye.