In the mix

She was on the spectrum

Hated waiting never laughed

She scratched her arms

With a ball point pen

And laughed at the scars

She could articulate

The small talk

And wrestle with a dictionary

Till she found a word

That would hurt strangers and friends

She was born to fight

Hands clasp like a fist

A punch was much better

Than an a smile or a kiss

The distance between reality

And truth

Was too far for her to see

That it was always someone else

To blame….

©JMN 2024