Sonnet VI

I'm not aberrant statistically.
I'm within a standard deviation
Of the mean, characteristically,
In my given normal distribution.

I am not abnormal by any means,
So my life has been unremarkable.
There've been no tragic or dramatic scenes
Or choices not wholly supportable.

So why do I feel so far out of sorts
When I look at the people around me?
So why do I judge that my forehead sports
A large target for everyone to see?

There is no real safety in the middle,
It is just deeper into the muddle.