Chicken Scratch

Hell has forgotten my name,
and they are more than eager to offer substitutes.
Four letters leave a bigger bruise than five fingers.
They play word games…but I always lose.
I am illeterate to the demands of my peers.
I am not dyslexic but am constantly reflected backwards
in the compact mirrors of society.
I fail their pop quizzes in survival.
They dont understand me.
I wish they didnt believe in numbers.