Broken.

I think when God pushed the software update through,

he must’ve forgotten a bug in my code;

the part for impulsivity,

Self-control,

Self-soothing.

Self worth.

Or maybe he just wanted entertainment,

a rare commodity in a neurotypical world;

like watching a broken toy flailing,

crashing,

burning,

dying.

God doesn’t want me;

neither does he.

Neither do they.

Neither do I.

Cancer.

Virus.

Plague.

Burden.

God either makes mistakes,

                  Or he broke me for a laugh.