Will Not Be Put Front of My Name

In my younger days I was throwing fits. From scream to scream, To kick to kick. My disability defined me As an outside child. Even though my words were clear, For them they were not very loud. “Autistic” As they referred. Teacher took extra care, While others treated me like dirt. “Why?” I asked. “Why me?” “Why are they laughing And being so mean?” Later, I got back up Years to now. To make sure my words Are both clear and loud. Autism. Yep I have it in my brain. But I’m letting all the bad thoughts Go down the drain. I have autism, But it doesn’t have me. Autism is just a thing That I will not be put in front of my name.