Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me because my brain thinks in different patterns than yours? Do you hate me because my
Feel my gaze
as a wild thing's nearby attention—
when you meet it, be gentle.
My burrow is close,
to hide me from sudden strangers.
See my face as stone:
harsh, scored by painful