Living Sick

They look at us different, they feel no different.

i didn’t like the looks, i didn’t like the books.

Nothing is similar, Nothing appeared different.

I hid my differences, I hid future change.

I work hard to fit in, i work hard to get in.

So much unnecessary effort, so much confusion on remaining in character…

I remain alone, I REMAIN.

by my fire, fire gives me strength. 

It seems to work better, better than the medicine.

Noise sensitivity, light sensitivity, short triggers are among the side effects with the prescribed pills intended to help me chill.

Burnt soles in sandals, carbon nostrils and social interaction from the propane pit.

Self medicating again