Neurodivergent
Living as a Tourist in My Hometown
There is no parade for us
I am relieved
I sit and grieve
No public display
I'm not outted
Not doubted
Invisibly different
My 9 to 5's intact
Keep up the act
Hoping they won't see
Grasping at sanity
Desperate to just be me
Longing to be free
The mold is tight
Cut off parts of me
Bleed into it
Knowing that I'll never truly fit
Normal pass
House of glass
Don't misstep
Don't miss a thing
Constant processing
An eyebrow tick...a smile
Pull the file
Review each example
Compare them to the sample
Respond instantly
Hope they do not see
Reply, read, repeat
Never miss a beat
Panic builds...is it over yet?
No one else broke a sweat
Translating each micro cue
To respond as fluently as they do
Striving for 90 percent
Praying no one sees I'm spent
Geeky, quirky, sure...that's fine
I'll claim those labels as mine
But behind grand masquerades
Is a fear that never fades
In an instant I'll do something wrong
They'll find out I don't belong
Unloved, unwanted, and alone
Facing horrors on my own
Exhaustion is my brick wall
It forces me to withdraw
No amount of therapy
Could ever make me not me
My brain's built differently
It makes connections constantly
A small idea quickly grows
Creativity naturally flows
Hyper-wired overdrive
Mixing with the thought archive
Sometimes things are just too much
Static, shirt tags, crowds, and such
I don't think the way you do
But I laugh and cry like you
Maybe more, maybe less
Sometimes it's a jumbled mess
But there's a simple beauty
In nature's great variety
Neurodiversity paves a way
I step toward the breaking day
Proud to be beautiful me
Then I worry what they'll see
Angst builds--confidence shrinks
I know what society thinks
I am problem to be fixed
I wish that we had a parade
Flood the streets, drop the charade
Supported...seen...accepted
Given permission to be me
Step into the light for all to see
Perfectly worthy as I am
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