What is this stirring?

Is it a glitch?

Were my heart and brain made with a twitch?

Were my common sense and dreams accidentally switched?

It has resided inside me for a while,

to take place as more than just a free trial,

but I denied its urge to come out,

it pounded against the walls of my heart, but I ignored its shouts.

'This is not normal,' I told myself,

'This glitch does not exist in anyone else-

give it up, ignore the pleading,'

but after the pounding my heart began bleeding,

and now I wanted it to come out too,

it was not lying; it was true.

'This is me,' whispered I,

'Normal or not, you do not have to lie.'

It is who I am,

I hope you will see.

This is not a lie,

this is me.