~
As I walk in to the public
Stares reform, deform me
Part of me care, the other doesn’t
I can’t help who I am


My world is psychedelic
Twisted
Not right side up
But up side not right


Although my thoughts
Is like a grid
My mind crafted by genius
I don’t talk much


But I can draw
A masterpiece in seconds
My mind is photogenic
I remember everything


Gifted
Yet different
Misunderstood
Yet understood


I don’t understand the world
Like it’s supposed to be
My way is better [to me]
I have to be organized


I do things differently
It may be strange
But it helps me


Wielded . . .


I live in my own mind
My learning is slower
But sharper
I’m not cursed . . .


I may not be perfect
But I am who I am
Love me for that
And I shall love you back


Emotionally fragile
Yet agile
Autistic . . .
I’m still human
~