What is a normal life?

What is a normal life?

Will I ever know?

Sometimes I'm scared to know.

Will it be too different?

Will I hate it?

Hate losing the freedom.

Freedom of choosing

What I will do when I am home alone. 

Home alone almost all night.

I have so many choices.

I feel as if I'm already living on my own.

Already living for just myself,

And the ones that truly care.

But those people seem few.

The people that should care

Don't care.

But wait.

They do care.

They just don't show it.

We never show as a family should.

We hide.

We hide our fears,

Our pains,

Our tears.

Are all hidden from each other.

Only brought out behind a closed door.

We fake what should be real.

We fake the smiles.

We fake what we love most.

Now, what is a normal life?