Understanding acceptance, why not?

I was not created, baked in welcoming arrival, nurtured into sensitive bond with cells, but an enigma, one would think if responses are to go by, cultured from a toxic womb awash with affected chemical stress. In the beginning, there was opportunity had it presented for healing a damaged foetus but that was not for me. The ruination of an evolving being is as natural as the flower blooming to perfection.

We are all a result of our growing selves clashing with confused surroundings. Confusing surroundings naturally addressed. Some of us numbed to the interaction, others, perhaps making up for lost relations, feel it all. My body reacts shaking my core when too close to guarded emotion spilling over in its recreation. Isolation is my home, this world is dangerous for one whose body absorbs the waste and yet in life not meekly it is owned but fervently. Unwittingly one with everything, none I've permitted close enough in understanding as I speak my fathoming. Another language I must learn if want for belonging is attained. My riddled explanation foreign to hidden sights I delve relishingly distant, only attracting similar in uninstitutionalised educating.