He's a small middle schooler,
who loves violent video games
with explositions and railroad trains.
Whenever he sees a train explodes
he threw out his hands and goes insane.
Dashes around the room and screams,
until his whole heart contains.
Some people say he needs help,
but I ignore them and kept quiet because
when I look at him, he reminds me of myself.
I see him in the hallways carrying tons of stuff,
as he walks in a slow and steady pace,
while everybody stampedes
towards the hall like its a big race.
Sometimes he stumbles and falls;
because in his eyes, everybody is tall.
Some people say he needs help,
but I ignore them and kept quiet
because when I look at him,
he reminds me of myself.
What about this kid that makes him tick?
He screams like his head is piled with bricks.
Everyday, the boy gets stressed out at school,
he's like a hot molten rock that never cools.
Sometimes, in his worse days he would whine,
just like how I was when I was nine.
Some people say he needs help,
only this time I volunteered
because he can't do this all by himself .
Now I know what I must do for him
because dealing with autism isn't easy,
it was hard for me to deal with it, believe me.
It was me who saw through him than nobody else
because everytime I look at him,
he reminds me of myself
This poem is to represent Autisum Awareness month. I'm very proud to say that I have come a long way after noticing that I have austisum spectrum and I'll admit it was not easy for me to cope withit at first because I get stressed a lot times. However, I thank God, my family, and my friends because I no longer have to deal with my emotional phase any longer. Right now, I'm going helping out a middle schooler, who is in need of guidance and so far he's doing a lot better with me helping him out.