Many years of dysfunction and disfigurement. Now for some time, trying to pretend I am something that can be recognized. One of the others. Acceptable. Like I don’t come with hidden fees and small print. These efforts fall still- sometimes by things completely new. Most of the time, by things that have followed me this far from the start. Forcing me to accept what I cannot accept. Forcing me to see what I cannot see. Forcing me to become what should be overcome. I am not afforded normalcy in this way. Partly because I cannot have it. Partly because I do not deserve it.