The Chill of Self-Advocacy

No One Understands Me
I’m a mighty mouse,
living in a mind based house.
No one understands my plea,
for most are insignificant;  like fleas.
As a child I was fearful and unfeeling;
stingy, angry and self-conscious, yet so compelling.
My friends limited and fleeting,
socialization difficult and degrading.
As an adult everyone just leaves me alone.
For I’d much rather be counting all the riches I own.
My success in life:  a mathematical mind,
an analytical gift to mankind.
No one understands that, you see,
not even me.