I'm in a world of people who only know my name, the one who knows my soul is worlds away. When others are burned by the heat of the summer, my heart freezes with the chill of dispair. When others are frozen by Jack Frost, my heart is burning for a hope that will never come. I want to leave this world but i'm limited by a slim chance that prevents me from commiting any self-destruction. I constantly torture myself like this, a dead soul and a living body. What am I doing and where am I going? Why can I see in a world where blindness is an epidemic? Why do I feel what I feel, say what I say, and do what I do? Most of all though, why will I never be normal?