I

look

and see that my biggest mistakes has been thinking that I am to blame for my autism

and thinking that I had to change because I can communicate better than most of the others I know

but wait

they all contemplate

I'm judged for my lack of experience, my looks, and my ways. My attitude, gaze, all lost in the haze, angered or passionate, lazy, or depressed

I guess I confess I have stressed for no reason

It's come and it's go with each change of the season

**** me and what I think, it's all a farce I made to protect myself from the ghost that I said I"m afraid

of

this. my writing. it needs to be said. not locked in my head. my IQ does not matter, 135 or if it's 2. I'm no longer in school. I have a job to do. People to meet, and places to go.

I'm a lunatic. I want to stay a child, but no.

I won't accept support because of my past. I am human and heteroneurogeneous.

Such words. Many poems. I claw at my legs. I claw at my heart. I claw at my arms, at my head, and the dandruff it falls and I feel a bit better because now my hair feels like

my

old

biper