Autism Truth ~ a poem

Image  It’s a place of confusion, this world around
Not “getting” others, commonly found
Feeling misunderstood and not knowing why
Not seeing others eye-to-eye

Like an alien being, lost in their midst
Feeling communication stutter and twist
Telling the truth, such hostility abounds
They want lies and cover-ups to do the rounds

How strangely they judge from a mistaken stance
No capacity for any face value acceptance
You can’t be for real, or are mentally defective
Because they cannot see, your honest perspective

These games they play, like tricks and deceit
Is par for their course, is no big feat
What is it you want, or what can they get
Can’t they see, this is so wrong yet

In my mind I have a different place
I can retreat to when, I can’t take the pace
It’s a spiritual plane, evolved and knowing
Whilst all around this mad world is blowing

There is wrongness out there in all its forms
I will never, to their ways conform
There’s a purpose to this, a meaning to come
One day all the wrongness will be undone

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6 thoughts on “Autism Truth ~ a poem

  1. Very inspirational I may just try putting my thoughts about my Aspergers into a poem now, this is such a powerful poem 🙂

  2. Agreed maximusaurus, there are very few of those around though! What’s hard is suppressing your true self for the sake of fitting in, when it is such an effort and feels like a fraud to oneself.

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