Here, the speaker wants to be understood by someone whose mind works in a completely different way. The speaker sees "colors and life," while the other person sees "logic and numbers," and that gap makes honest connection feel nearly impossible. After hesitating, the speaker decides to take a risk and opens up a little, making "small holes" in a wall they had built for protection.
It doesn't go well. The other person pretends to listen but pushes the speaker away, and the speaker is left wondering if trying was a mistake. The mood is guarded, hurt, and tired. The short, plain lines make it sound like someone quietly talking themselves back into hiding. The title, "I'm normal I swear," suggests the speaker feels judged as strange, which adds a sting of defensiveness. The poem ends on an unanswered question: if two people won't even try to understand each other, how can they move forward?