Everyday my heart races by head spins

I fear being alone

Everyday I look at the mirror and I see a stranger

I am a girl trapped in the body of a man

I am autistic and I am judged

Whenever I make a negative prediction I am right.

I’ve been asked to predict the lottery my predictions are so accurate.

But…I am only right about predictions for myself.

Despite all that, I still fight, I still climb, never ever, ever giving up on my goals, on my dreams.

I just want to be loved.