Trapped With A Neurodivergent Mind

I did not ask to be this way,

to live with the reminder that I am always going to be different.

It's like a prison and I'm doing my life sentence.

I committed no crime, but the crimes were done to me and now I pay with my life,

a life I cannot fully live because of the unending fears I have of the lines in the concrete,

or the eyes I see all around me,

or even if my legs will get me where I need to be.

Diagnosis after diagnosis,

it's just a list of all the things I will have forever.

I can't escape the constant battle that lives in my head,

but I need to do my time.