Dear Autism,

Why me? Of the children why me?

You made my life as if it were to be made a joke. 

Children teased me,

Teens called me names,

Adults try to hard to sheld me.


I am unhappy, I am run down,

My mind is made up of unanswered prays and unspoken thoughts.

People call you a gift, I call you a lifeless curse.

Dear Autism,

You are a blank canvas that will never be filled.

Life will always fall under you, never reaching higher the ground.



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