Different. Not special

On this godforsaken planet,
Many lack the common knowledge of knowing who they are. 
Finding yourself is a recurring theme in many movies and parents lectures
Yet, I never had that problem; I know who I am.

I am logically illogic. 
I am perfectly imperfect, normally abnormal. 
Words part of a dictionary aren’t enough to define me. 
Am I an anomaly?

I am not an open book
It would make it too easy to rip me apart
Just one of my many protective mechanisms
Just one of the many reasons why I’m still standing

I let things bounce off me
And I cope with the sting
I plaster a smile on my face 
And it’s enough to fool all

Nonchalance, my double-edge weapon
Helps me destroy some chains binding me
Shields me from pain in this self-destructive society
Brings me comfort in light of all my misery 

My death is an inevitability that I’ve accepted
A very real notion that I’ve embraced
I’ve accepted my life
But I don’t let it define me. 

Acceptance is not what I lack 
It is what I have in overflow
One of many bad things I have in my life
Yet, I don’t care with such care

I am far from normal but even further from special. 
I am Yohann.