I guess rejection makes the best lessons,

not everyone understands my intrinsic quintessence.

 

In essence I guess I should've known,

not to delve into the untold.

 

mad mixed messages might be my only natural language,

those who understand may see my signs of anguish.

 

uncommon couldn't expect common connection,

for obvious reasons I take constant rejection,

a mentor told me the neurotypical would never see the genius of my reflection.

 

In turn, I couldn’t live without these lessons,

so deeply related to all this rejection.

 

Love and positive vibes,

a.k.a. harsh lies so central to majority lives.

 

Stirring whirlwinds of hope inside,

hopping hosts, disease visible in eyes.

 

While we focus solely, to ignore imperfection;

accumulate fruits to add to arbitrary collections.

I see the greatness that comes from a willingness for,

rejection.