Being Different

It is sinister, the opposite of normal.

I forget, but occasionally re-observe

that I am not like you,

or him, or her, and get strange looks.

The system is not set for such as me,

who must accept this, and get on with life,

adapting to fit,

twisting their actions, distorting their body

and seeking solace with the similarly afflicted,

the left-handed.