Hands

They reach out for me

I reach out for them

And they retreat

When they feel

The coating of difference

That surrounds me

They coward back

They say I’m too different

They say I’m a monster

I know what they see though

They see my knowing

They see my abilities

They can tell I’m different

They don’t like that I can see them

They don’t like that I can see the inside of them

No one likes to be seen in truth

That’s why they emerse themselves in others

So they can hide what they fear the most

Themselves

And those that can see themselves and others.