I’m normal

It's funny.

Other people are miserable.

Missing their friends.

Missing their freedom.

I'm not.

Maybe it is because I never had any?

It doesn't matter...

Stuck in the house, I am not missing anything.

Most of my life I have always stayed in my house.

I'm not missing anything.

I'm not craving the dazzling sunlight.

Or the sweet fresh air.

Nor the random interaction with people who I hoped and prayed would be my friend.

Honestly, I can't say if I'm doing good.

'Cus I don't know if my normal is good.