that's Ms Square Peg, thanks...

 
who defines madness
or what is right & improper
which roads taken are meant to deliver one...
...to an expected destination
astounds me to think there should be only one
a prescribed sense of normality
it escapes me
I exist in the inverse
juxtapositions in my composition
reality jacked...hijacked...reversed
shaken to my bones by loud unexpected sounds
I will jump near out of my skin & howl
but equally startled when silence crashes
into the cacophony taking place in the confines of my mind
I tremble walking alone in the dark
but it's light that truly blinds
making me flinch & seek shelter
...inside
as I stumble down alleys & backroads
the familiarity of unconventional...
{I'm not the right shape for a generic round hole}
...it consoles
soothing the rope burns left behind
by the shackles...constraints...restraints...
placed on me by programmed humanity
this is not my safe space...
...this world of external expectations
difficult enough navigating the twists & turns of my funky wiring
mapping out the shorts & blown fuses
rewiring damage where finally identified
hoping sparks don't cause further faults
I don't have the fucking time
...or energy...
...or bandwidth...
to conform to someone else's standards
or their estimation of what should be my best Self
based on what...
...landmarks of acquisitions & achievements
they couldn't possibly recognize true quality if they see it
I am...perhaps...an acquired taste
not meant for every palate
but I'll live on my own terms
not by the rules of a broken down society
& its negligent hypocrisy