Aspergers
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I've learned to eat cold pizza
I've learned to eat mushrooms and sun-dried tomatoes, and I no longer eat all the individual parts of my salad separately
Something I never thought possible
10 years old is for cars
for tire swings, spelling bees, and candybars
10 years old is not for hospital lobbies
not for scans of imperfect bodies
you’re different, but that’s fine, they said
I watched it before
I didn’t speak
You let it happen to me
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t stand up for myself
The taste of being ignored
Behind a locked door
Was an abuse that became too familiar
Through my own special needs
I have been able
To perform good deeds
Because of my life
As a musician
I can now live
For God in submission
Through years of therapy
There are some things
I cannot say with words
So rather than write a poem
I'll pick up another face
Except this time,
When I sew it on
I'll leave a corner unstitched.
Another world inside of me
That no one else will ever see
Mostly it is comforting
But in the dark
where no one sees
It's actually quite lonely..
Why is it so hard?
Why can't I get this right?
I don't want to be treated differently.
Why do I even try?
I try to talk, but no one gives me a chance.
I try to be nice, but just one wrong glance
I didn't understand why girls would cry because their bodies never mesmerized a boy's eyes
I didn't understand why the wrists were slit on my friends thin arms
I, ego, none of these is
YOU ARE WHAT I SAY
cogito ergo sum,
NO
Multi ergo sunt
Are my abilities worth enough to compensate for my shortcomings?
I can develop a new language or an alphabet in an hour or two but I can hardly make a phone call without having a breakdown.
With Aspergers, it's a bit tough.
There's problems that make you think you've had enough.
From the loud noise to lighting so bright,
When you can't handle it all, you are forced to fight.
I have gifts and curses of every kind
I feel like sometimes the cause makes me blind
This mental possision gives me a good amount of gifts
Being an aspie can be a source of misery or a source of pride, it’s all in the bearer’s perception. “What’s an aspie?” you might ask. It’s a term for someone who bears the rigorous condition of aspergers.
