Normal Sixteen

I feel I messed up this life and the world has only one eye. It is normal no other human contact as long as it is something strange. To many I's and to many me's, must you explain every day of my life to me. All the strange friends that call every day to speak to me. You see every day your family's away or they do not speak at all. Such as what's life it's only one life one life to throw away. Marching past me, stopping to see, each normal day at a time. Without ever talking, without ever stopping. I can not say if this is normal life, I am what normal is.