They cover me with dust and pinstripe sheets and a diagnosis as to why I am considered mismatched and different. I am watching painted new faces arrive, and greet and pay-to-play while I decay in the realization that I am unlike them. I function differently from all that is here, my mechanisms must work their way, or else they think they do not work at all. There is a nod, an acknowledgement from those who stare me down while I look between their eyes, or at their forehead, just to avoid the unknown. They only want to make a spectacle of me as they try and shoot at my target for some lackluster prize that I will never let them win.
Kenleigh Gilbert is a 19 year old writer from the western region of North Carolina, near the lovely city of Asheville. She is a traveler, animal lover, and proud Aspie. She can be found on Twitter as @bookitschken, and on Instagram as @a.smile.from.a.veil.