When you said you could not tell,
If there was anything "wrong with me",
Because I was so eloquent and social,
Empathetic.
I wished to get up,
And tell you absolutely everything.
About how it is hard for me to make friends,
About how I was put down again and again,
For my curiosity and "weird" interests.
Yes, I am social,
I have learned, I have seen others,
And their kindness is warmth.
Yes, I create stories with my words,
Bringing forth what I think, what I know.
Your biggest mistake was thinking there was something wrong with me,
There is not.
There is difference.
And if you sincerely believe that difference is wrong,
Needs to be fixed,
I am sorry,
For maybe what needs fixing,
Is your view of what I am.