The One
How did I miss when the term neurodivergent
Became synonymous with the word insurgent?
Nevermind, we clearly aren't speaking the same language.
And I won't get anything out of this but anguish.
I am not the fault in our stars.
I am not the one who is clearly from Mars.
I am not the one who withholds my reaction waiting on some deeply embedded cue.
My words are always direct and they are always true.
No I Am not the one, because the one is YOU!
Copyright © Rebecca Young | Year Posted 2022
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