Looking through the glass...

It seems like I'm always on the outside looking through the glass...
Looking in at "normal" people, living happy lives not for one minute
Questioning their sanity....they seem so happy...living exciting lives...
Their journey is one where the wires are in the right places..not twisted
Like the ones in my head..
You know funnily I'm sometimes glad I'm not normal..normal seems so....
Boring...routine...planned..
For me spontaneity makes life more enjoyable...make live more pleasurable..
Sometimes the glass becomes foggy due to my leaning too closely to peer
Closer into the lives of these "normal" people...
I do indeed get along with the voices inside my head...I speak with them..
They've become my compass in the dangerous minefield that is this world...
I sometimes reach out my hand and touch the glass as though trying
To touch the people behind the glass...
They are unattainable... Always so close yet so far...
I guess my place is on this side....