Thursday, March 6, 2008
Asking me to look you in the eye when you talkIs like asking the child in the wheelchair to walk
You wouldn't do it so don't tell me
To brush my hair or go play PE
You get mad when I don't turn in my homework on time
But time at home isn't yours it's mine
I pay attention in class
I pass every exam
So what persay am I doing wrong?
Why do I get shouted at for staring at walls
In lessons if I'm already ahead of them all
I don't sleep at night and I play with the lights
There are codes on my desk and ladders in my tights
I really don't care but you seem to
You seem to have issues with everything I do
Yesterday was yellow and today is blue
So forgive me today if I can't talk to you
Difficult is as difficult does
Ask me to perform on stage and I could
But ask me to walk down a crowded street
And you'll find I'm way out of my league
Sometimes I'm late because I miss the bus
I did it on purpose the first was too full
I might throw a hissy fit in the middle of town
Because they've taken a poster down
It bothers me they're allowed to change my world
Without actually having to tell me first
You say that I'm rude when I don't laugh at jokes
But to me they're just not funny you know
Well I guess you don't because you still pick on me
For a huge imperfection nobody can see
Touch my shoulder, and yes I'll scream
You say I'm naughty I say you're naive
This whole situation makes me sick
I'm NOT naughty, I'm autistic.
ClearGreenCrystal
ps: how normal is normal? is it a crime to be different by just a little bit? is it hard to understand the way they are?
reminisced;
- 9:37 PM
