autism
What is autism
Is it simply choosing not to talk
Is it just a spoiled child
No
It's not a disease
No
it's a spectrum disorder
Everything has to be a set way
I overthink the simplest things
Every little sound seems so much louder to me
My poor skin once smooth and pretty
Now riddled with scars and scratches
A daily reminder i'm not normal
I hate how awkward i am
It really suck at times
I want to walk without thinking about it
I want to be done with bad memories not forced to relive them
I want to go about my day without a meltdown
Having a meltdown because of a slight schedule change
Having a meltdown because i became overwhelmed easily
Having a meltdown because i think i did something wrong
Sometimes i wish it was a joke but it's not
It's real and it can be quite a struggle
There is no cure it s a part of me
It's my autism spectrum disorder
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