A line to define us is what you imagine,
When you hear the words,
Autism Spectrum Disorder,
It generally happens.

You place us in order,
Based on our physical representation,
And here come the words that I must slaughter,
Before you draw this misrepresentation.

We are not,
The terms ‘high functioning’,
Or ‘low functioning’,
In fact this is actually quite impolite.
To give a more representable label,
Please use the terms,
Severe Autism,
Moderate,
Or mild.

Every autistic person,
Has a different set of strengths and needs,
So do not presume the ‘functioning’ term,
As it tends to arrange and mistreat,
Every autistic person,
Who experiences challenges,
In different versions.

With these terms,
We have created the gap between neurotypicals and the autistic on our own.
When after all,
A better understanding is all we need to be realistic,
Because we all share the same bones.

So, no two people you meet with autism,
Are categorically the same.
We are a spectrum of many beautiful colours,
And we are all here to play the same game.
There are multiple areas where we can succeed,
And just like you,
Others, where we are not so great.

Emotion,
Emotionally unstable,
So they think I’m just ungrateful.

Emotionally drained,
I thought I explained.

Emotionally detached.
Emotionally attached.

This is how I remain,
All one in the same.

You cannot see my pain,
It is imbedded within me.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle.
Sure, I can get around physically.
But have you had your mind constantly stuck in a bubble?

Where your thoughts don’t just come and go?
And instead,
They hit the walls around your head.
But come right back because it’s all it knows?

When your mind can not escape the traumatic events you have endeavoured,
And you are often lead towards panic?
So I ask,
Have you had your mind constantly stuck in a bubble?
Or are you psychologically quite magic?

A moment of the universe,
Your blue eyes.
A kiss through the universe,
Connected together,
I share with you forever.

I’ll hide away if I have to,
And having to is like all the time.
When my heart beats too fast,
And even when your hand is entangled in  mine,
I have to hide away - but know I tried.

Other people just don’t understand me,
In the way that you do.
I try to be happy, meaning I put on a smile,
But deep down inside, all I want is to hide.

I can’t be around others,
And I think that is easy to see.
But I love all of your colours,
Around you - I can be me.

I hide behind these walls of mine,
Oh how much safer that I feel.
A glass of wine to pass the time,
Oh how I conceal all that is real.

For I can’t explain my emotions,
But I know I feel so free underneath it’s water.
Only thing I know is that the ocean hears me,
And the depths of my impurities,
By the way it curves to my energy.

So one day you can expect me,
To swim so far away,
Until the lengths of the ocean is the one thing I did accomplish,
And maybe you might try to do the same.