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Bethany Collery Mar 2021
A line to define us is what you imagine,
When you hear the words,
Autism Spectrum Disorder,
It generally happens.

You place us in order,
Based on our physical representation,
And here come the words that I must slaughter,
Before you draw this misrepresentation.

We are not,
The terms ‘high functioning’,
Or ‘low functioning’,
In fact this is actually quite impolite.
To give a more representable label,
Please use the terms,
Severe Autism,
Moderate,
Or mild.

Every autistic person,
Has a different set of strengths and needs,
So do not presume the ‘functioning’ term,
As it tends to arrange and mistreat,
Every autistic person,
Who experiences challenges,
In different versions.

With these terms,
We have created the gap between neurotypicals and the autistic on our own.
When after all,
A better understanding is all we need to be realistic,
Because we all share the same bones.

So, no two people you meet with autism,
Are categorically the same.
We are a spectrum of many beautiful colours,
And we are all here to play the same game.
There are multiple areas where we can succeed,
And just like you,
Others, where we are not so great.
- Bethany Collery -
@poetry.bethanycollery on IG
Sanjali Mar 2021
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Do you know who I am, at all?
Reflect my heart and soul if you’ll please
And all the things unbecoming of me.
Since you see all, could you help?
Teach me how to accept myself.
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I am not the one you reflect, at all.
EA Mar 2021
I can't go on
Probably because
I can't accept everything
And I'm still hoping for something
Imposible as of the moment
meh, just a bit drama.
Dawn Treader Mar 2021
You have walked by my side
From the time I was a child
You are a beauty
Dark and ugly
Just like me
You are suppression
You are fear
You scream out loud
Everything I don't want to hear
My little light
Is shrouded by you
Take my tiny hand
We'll walk this life together
A knowing nod to you
As I stare in the mirror
Little Demon
You are mine
Sit on my shoulder
Til the day I die.
I have decided to let her walk beside me. She has carried me far.
Bryle Mar 2021
Self love will always be
And will always be a struggle
It's the constant acceptance
Of you lacking, of your own flaws
It's the dissonance between
Settling for what's in store or
Trying to see what's for more

Self love is about
Answering the screams you hear
Inside your head once everything
Has settled and calmed

Self love is about
Addressing your fears, of what is
Keeping you awake at night

Self love is about
Letting your tears fall, letting your
Emotions take over every while
For self love is not about sparkles
For it is dark, painful, and tiring

It's hard, isn't it
Zach Blackmer Mar 2021
Reality we dare not face.
Nothing awaits us at our end.
For what then gives meaning to the great chase?

Why do we stumble along the bend?
For what goal to we keep apace?
If for after all there is nothing at our end?

How then can we die with grace?
Knowing that our souls will not transcend.
How can we win the race?

Why should we care what god may intend?
For we know there will be no heavenly place.
Why should we try never to offend?

Then again, why must we win the race?
Why can we not accept our end?
if you could be
any animal
what would you be?

she asked me
with a sombre face
of negativity

she said
she would be an eagle
so that she could fly away

or
she would be a butterfly
so that she could change

her answer
made me oh so sad
in a way i can't describe

i turned to her
giving her
my honest reply

if i could be
any animal
what would i be?

i would be a human
because then
i would be me
i would be me
he was alone
in a place where alone was a sin

so he created some friends
inside his head

my god, it was bliss
though they didn't exist

for a fraction of time
he felt accepted
alone was a sin
birdy Feb 2021
To be loved is to be stripped down to your core. Until the truth is exposed and you're an open book.
And then be accepted.
Not for the persona you created, or the fake meaningless words you use to impress, not the clothes you wear, the way you part your hair, or anything of the sort.
But to be accepted in your pure state of self truth.
That is love.
accept me
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