Why not?

And again my mind wonders into that state of depression it does everyday.

This small corner in my head.

I think to myself,

Why can’t I be more like her?

Why can’t I be normal?

Normal is all I want to be.

Instead I act like someone I’m not.

Something I wish to be.

I try so very hard.

Yet at the end of the day I feel as if I’ve failed.

Failed everyone around me.

And myself.