Sometimes I hate this This thing that I'm born with It causes so many unnecessary fights It causes so many stupid problems
I can't go to a regular school I can't have a regular job The moment I say the word autism I've already had enough
I don't know what the positive sides are Of something that makes me so different I only know the negative parts Because that's the part that makes me conflicted
Why would I love something that has ruined my chance for a normal life? How could I accept something that refuses my acceptance? All they tell me is you need help you need help, you need help, you need help
And I get help The people who help have helped But even though I can function better No one can take away this internal anger
I feel inadequate, I feel dumb I feel sad, I feel numb I can't speak of my emotions although I got feelings all the time I wish there was a potion that made it possible for me to speak about it in an other way than rhyme
I wish I could say what was really on my mind I wish I could say how my autism makes me want to die I wish I could say I love myself in any shape or form I wish I could say that I can conform to the norm
But I can't so I play league And then I get mad When they say "autistic screech"
Because it's so hilarious Living with this everyday Because it's so hilarious That this will never ******* change