Swimming to Neverland

I lost my humanity.
Somehow every face resembles cartoons.
Panic attacks come from shopping carts.
I can feel my brain sloshing from side to side.
Like a smooth rock skipping down the face of a pond.
A robot’s hinges are more oiled then mine.
I fall into prickly thorns of emotion.
High pitched buzzings are after every word people say.
As I look at a wall I start laughing.
I rock in the corner and repeatedly murmur:

“I’m normal.”
“I’m normal”
“I’m normal”

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