Puss in Boots (A response to Normal People Scare Me by Alicia Lawrence)

Normal people scare me, scare me, scare me
Normal people scare me or I'm a scaredy cat.

Scareful--careful, let's not be overwhelmed by fear.
Tearful, cheerful are better states my dear.
"Be anxious for nothing"
"Normal isn't real"
All with idiosyncracies and secrets ne'er revealed
Why does my reaction physiologically bear,
Down on me and hence involuntarily I fight or flight my way clear?

Is trust in God to keep me no longer a thing?
"Oh I trust God, its humans I don't trust," goes the modern hymn.
So trust is the thing, the real issue here
You aren't as they claim, bandaged by fear.

Cause fear is what cripples, 'false evidence appearing real'
But trust is totally rational even as deeply so as instinct, as what you feel

I wonder at the load off from being able to trust
The less thought to be put in by a lady travelling on a bus
No care or concern about being groped at the bust...
How much easier would travel be for her if only thus.

If people were trustworthy or trusting we could know none would
Do us harm or try to wink us hood.
How smoother and warmer and fairer our trek
Through life's many pathways, the rights and the lefts.

But you're a realist now, aren't you?
You deal with what lies ahead.
You spoke and wrote, you curried goat,
you lived and breathed so well
But you yourself from your fellow man,
Like in the story of the Samaritan,
aloof you've held.
Yes, you're not the protagonist but of the villains
whose memory's a shell.

Is this the way you choose?
Is this the way you'll live?
You brave soul, you revolutionary
You fount of will and skill
You visionary, you sighted who sees the world not only as is
but you're an activist making it what it can be still

Or is it more true, more true than we admit
That the reason normal people scare you
Pussy, is beacuase cat, you lack hope and wit?