the corners varied

some in new houses

some in sheds

others under desks

paint could be chipped in one

bleeding with red hues in another

corners

just corners

my corners

I owned them

in all areas

all houses

I always found the corner

my back against the wall

I watched

and forgot

I forgot about a world

of normal souls

I struggled against the

vanilla laughter

and easy cheer

I sat

I stood

but the very ones

I hid from

knew where to find me

they called me unstable

and even insane

my back to walls

my face blurred

to the hurried world

I lost myself

I lost acceptance

my disability became

my betrayal

naked with clothes

they laughed

at my exposure

my attempts

became

battles

corners

everywhere

even in circles

I could always find the corner

I couldn’t find myself