Our Outcast Brains
Chances of our chums to throw their arms around our shoulders
would be so much more common
if our outcast brains
did not reel in piranhas from invisible lakes.
Brains of our kind have cactus spike reactions to us reaching out
to touch a rose.
It bites
how we go into fight or flight
just from waking up.
I dream that I could invite my pals to the pub.
Our peers cheered about their reopening on July 4th,
and we envied them.
We will always envy those who have it simple —
they like chatting, so they chat.
They have house parties whenever they want.
And when it comes to applying for jobs,
it is not the idea of not being able to stomach breakfasts before their shifts that make them sick.
It's just whether they'll get in
that they worry about a bit.
Our outcast brains yearn
for restaurants, cafés, buses, trains, celebrations
not to make our adrenaline rise.
Then, we would make no compromise
based on anxiety's lies.
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