Relics

There are these relics
Relics of a former person
Blown to dust
Risen from flames
Eroded
By the ever-changing paths of her autie brain

The relics are what are left
The mythology we build to add meaning
To basic, cardboard circuitry

When I was younger
Did you notice I was weird?

That I was secretly
Rocking
Rocking
Rocking
That I was silently
Screaming?