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That mix of best wishes admiration and pity - fermenting and bubbling in me as soon as I see her My stomach and throat are churning They deform my humanity Her eyes shoot faster than my thoughts her head reaches around the corner to the sun, a rock is lying lazy in her lower back Shaking knees One leg swings around the other feet behind each other Her arms cry to heaven and wring out my powerlessness
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC
Deformed
The island of sheep: green grass with white dots in it -- Sometimes a black one.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
The island of sheep
The real special thing about people is: special -- is each one of them.
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
[The real special thing ]
It is a full moon, music sounds from the café -- I'm not one of them.
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:50 AM UTC
[ It is a full moon ]
I am never the comedian, But I am the joke.
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:56 AM UTC
Joker
I learn every day, from my fellow students, that -- I am different.
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Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 2:12 AM UTC
[ I learn every day ]
I was a stranger when I arrived, I still am -- now that I must go.
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Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 3:21 AM UTC
[ I was a stranger ]
You all may think That autism isn't a big deal Am I right? Well, when everything goes your way You are "normal" Just like everyone else But the moment things start to go south As my therapist would say The brain chemicals would kick in And you would be trapped in your own world Fighting the madness That threatens to surround you from all sides In the form of a cacophony of loud noises Different people shouting different instructions One phone call after the other Being assigned multiple tasks at once The list is endless Of course, the solution is simple You just need to embrace your autism, don't you? True, but it is easier said than done Especially when you tend to forget things At the worst possible time Misread a number of social cues Fail to detect sarcasm Say the wrong thing at the wrong time Crack under the slightest signs of pressure And last but not the least End up with labels such as ****** and "absent-minded" Now, do you finally understand Why autism is indeed a big deal for me?
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Oct 2, 2022
Oct 2, 2022 at 8:44 AM UTC
Is Autism A Big Deal?
It's normal to wish to be special, do you think -- you are that common?
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Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 3:35 AM UTC
[ It's normal to wish ]
I'm trying so hard nót to conform, otherwise -- I would go crazy.
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Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
[ I'm trying so hard ]
I am different And have always been Right from the age of four Whether it be my fascination for trains And cement mixers, for some reason Or my peculiar fear of water Or my obsession with the number of pages in a newspaper And last but not the least Playing cricket with myself I am different And have always been I can't make small talk to save my life Social cues are like Greek and Latin to me I understand sarcasm As much as Voldemort understands love I keep fiddling with my things Pens, papers, clothes, hair etc. My room is as organised As a typical bachelor's den is And the list goes on and on I am different And have always been Earlier, this always used to bother me And make me feel inferior Especially when people advised me To improve my verbal communication skills And body language However, I have realised now That they could not have been more wrong Because I am autistic And autism is not something that can be cured Rather, it has to be managed And thanks to therapy I have been managing reasonably well For the last five years or so Let me repeat I am different And have always been If you have a problem with that You are welcome to leave
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Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC
I Am Different
Quarrels, the little war at home, my fear of your -- being different.
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:33 AM UTC
[ Quarrels, the little ]
Thirty years and counting Every day, as life goes on A fiery battle rages In my mind, heart and soul Conflicting thoughts and emotions Wage an unholy war Armed with a billion weapons Far more destructive than nuclear bombs The resulting carnage threatens A result far worse than a Dementor's Kiss You know, I never asked for this I never asked to be born autistic Of course, it is good to be different But, does everybody appreciate this difference? In India, the society judges you Based on what you speak However, my mouth is blessed With an ability to turn Anything that it touches, into stone Resulting in decades of social anxiety If only wishes were horses I would be in Britain Where actions speak louder than words After all, not for nothing Was King George VI one of the finest rulers In spite of being born With the handicap of a speech defect? Thirty years and counting Everybody seems to like me Everybody seems to think I'm nice Up to a point, that is The moment I dare To step out of my threshold The moment I dare To break codes of conformity The moment I dare To question any form of injustice Is the moment of truth It is the moment When everybody shows their true colours It is the moment I stop being nice Instead; I am angry, disturbed, jealous Naive, immature, unreliable Confused, weird, crazy And the list goes on and on With no end in sight Thirty years and counting I have seen enough I have heard enough I have felt enough The time has finally come For an internal independence struggle Gone are the days When I was busy being a 'Yes Man' Now, if you have a problem with me I can only tell you this Tomorrow, you may find A pill of cyanide In your cup of coffee Or a cobra in your shoulder bag Or a bullet in your temple Or a bomb in your briefcase The choice is entirely yours, my dears
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Thirty years and counting
Thirty years and counting Every day, as life goes on A fiery battle rages In my mind, heart and soul Conflicting thoughts and emotions Wage an unholy war Armed with a billion weapons Far more destructive than nuclear bombs The resulting carnage threatens A result far worse than a Dementor's Kiss You know, I never asked for this I never asked to be born autistic Of course, it is good to be different But, does everybody appreciate this difference? In India, the society judges you Based on what you speak However, my mouth is blessed With an ability to turn Anything that it touches, into stone Resulting in decades of social anxiety If only wishes were horses I would be in Britain Where actions speak louder than words After all, not for nothing Was King George VI one of the finest rulers In spite of being born With the handicap of a speech defect? Thirty years and counting Everybody seems to like me Everybody seems to think I'm nice Up to a point, that is The moment I dare To step out of my threshold The moment I dare To break codes of conformity The moment I dare To question any form of injustice Is the moment of truth It is the moment When everybody shows their true colours It is the moment I stop being nice Instead; I am angry, disturbed, jealous Naive, immature, unreliable Confused, weird, crazy And the list goes on and on With no end in sight Thirty years and counting I have seen enough I have heard enough I have felt enough The time has finally come For an internal independence struggle Gone are the days When I was busy being a 'Yes Man' Now, if you have a problem with me I can only tell you this Tomorrow, you may find A pill of cyanide In your cup of coffee Or a cobra in your shoulder bag Or a bullet in your temple Or a bomb in your briefcase The choice is entirely yours, my dears
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When I paint my face I don't become a clown or a Hindu god but get frightened of myself I run outside people move away, they make me feel that I'm dangerous it is vibrating in my blood to the rhythm of the hammers of the demolition workers behind the fence In the middle of the city, I am alone with clenched fists and fire- breathing curses no one takes me as I am, only a policeman stops me, "Yes, right, I'm okay it's just paint, I'm almost home but maybe you happen to know who I might vote for?"
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
It's just paint
They say I live in a fantasy they say I need to see my doctor they say I am troubled .....Some of them don't like me .....and I don't like me .....being that girl .....who hates to look in the mirror .....but dresses up to catch your eye .....who is never afraid .....to make statements .....to be stubborn, just .....to be frank, longing .....to be submissive .....and to gain the carnal .....pleasure of my body .....Yet I'm drowning .....while waiting for help – .....it is arranged for next year They say I lie to myself they say I am different than I feel, and I feel my cuts
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
I feel my cuts
Here I sit Between two choices Between two people Between two indentities Looking for a happy ending In a world divided As sharp as black and white To my left Is what society wants me to be Smart and respectful Following the rules Dressing to impress safe, but To my right Is what I want to be Dark and edgy Rebelling CLoaked in black head to toe Black rimmed eyes Loud music blaring But the thing with black and white Is that there is a gray area between With infinite shades Some wear it on their face For everyone to see While they group together I'm left in wonder For when I look in the mirror I am suddenly colorblind Blinking back at myself for hours on end Trying to figure out who I am Am I more of what I'm trying to be Or what I should want to be Maybe I'm a perfect 50/50 mix That isn't so perfect after all It's plain and boring perfectly ordinary On the left I would be a fake, and On the right I would be a fake
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
The Odd-Shade Out
Sometimes being unique is a hassle When you're in a castle Where everyone is the same And no one's like you There's no one to talk to They don't know your music Or read poetry You don't share the money That drips like honey from their clothes You don't like rap Which is readily on tap You're not athletic Makes you feel pathetic You feel so alone Unknown They're all such clones Same hair Same clothes Same likes and dislikes What's an outsider to do? You end up left out In a dark corner where nothing presides Divides you from everyone else. Sometimes being different is a hassle When you live in a castle Where being different is frowned upon.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Being Different