Social Rejection
I’m told I’m just a little bit too much
A little too strange to touch and the such
There’s a bit a bit out of place in the domain of my brain
Which reshaped my mind’s terrain in ways I can’t explain
It’s in the movements of my hands, the focus of my attention
Something behind my eyes that defies social convention
And instigates the struggle of my social incomprehension
Resulting in my peers and I existing in separate dimensions
Focus, watch the turns of their lips, ‘listen to the length of their words’
Faces are a tip that intentions slip, ‘let them know they are heard’
I plan my conversations to make my words easy to follow
So that I fit in, avoid social rejection, even if the space behind the mask is hollow
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