Does Normal Even Exist?

This thing called normal,
Praised by man,
Who shun those who have not.
By flowery speeches,
And flattering lies,
Normal rises to glory,
Only to push down,
All common decency.
Reflecting normal,
Only to find the average,
And what’s expected;
Those who are not,
Like all the rest,
Are laughed at.
They are made a spectacle,
With a smile and a laugh,
Pity and wonder shown,
By a point and a shrug.
People are distancing themselves
...from each other.
I look to see how they differ,
Seeing many distinctions,
And noting some similarities,
But none of them are the same.
Which are normal?
Which are not?