Pity.
Due to genetic lotteries,
I remain aloof,
From general populations.
Clever,
But strange.
Odd in unsettling ways.
Most folk dislike our aura.
Uncomfortable discomfort;
Around us neurodivergents.
So I’ll likely remain,
Hermit Guru,
Isolated artist,
Until I die.
Loneliness isn’t so bad,
Though.
Genetic Lotteries.
