BrokenSomething in my brainMore Like This
I am told
is broken, dysfunctional. It leaves me inept
when left to deal with language unspoken,
the intricacies of smiles,
the unclear line between malice and mirth.
It may have been the shot
given by the doctor
meant to protect but somehow doing harm,
the Hippocratic oath.
Or so say my parents, their organization,
so they may be exonerated.
They liken me to
Ted Bundy, H. H. Holmes,
and Einstein. Because a sometimes-flat
and it makes people uncomfortable.
Especially when it is not maintained.
At times I am too broken to understand
and sometimes I am not broken enough
because my puzzle piece fits
when you angle it
correctly, that is, upside down, with no
other pieces attached.
Something in my brain
I am told
is broken, dysfunctional, because
most people do not cringe when they are
tapped on the shoulder
their mother tries to hug them.
It may have been the air
polluted and toxic
meant to sustain life but somehow causing