When I was a little girl I thought I was a princess And sometimes I still like to Play pretend Be somebody else To hide myself behind a neurotypical character Who is normal Who blends in with the crowd Of people my age to whom I am nothing alike. Sometimes I think that it's fine. I can handle it. But then the artist inside Screams You can't hide it Sometimes, in the privacy of my own bedroom I let myself Be myself Only for a couple of minutes Because I quickly become too much for anyone to handle.