I can’t think
how many times I’ve had to hold my tongue to please.
How many times
I’ve become someone else
because at the time, it felt like an easier option
than having to explain why touch makes me uncomfortable,
why I can’t concentrate in social gatherings,
why I’ll always interact with animals
yet give other humans a wide berth.
There are some who I know would understand,
but others, regardless of explanation and education,
never will.