The funny thing about being me

Is that I am very bad at spotting liars

I struggle if people are using me

I’m actually very vulnerable

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It hurts to admit that the way my brain is wired

Makes me an easy target

A sucker, a mark

It hurts to admit weakness

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I love being able to remember most things

I have the ability to focus for hours

I know so much about culture and history

I’ve mostly learned to navigate the world of people

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Neurodivergence means I don’t understand

That he was a bad man

It meant I didn’t understand why I was so scared

Please don’t hurt me, I used to cry

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It never occured to me at the time

Not even once

That he might have wanted to hurt me

That he would enjoy that

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I’ve been abused and the saddest thing

Is that I still can’t really explain it

Because I don’t understand, not truly

I still think we were once friends