maybe I’m misunderstood
I guess that’s okay
they can see the forest
through the trees
like I probably should
and I would
if I didn’t have this funny brain
that makes me say
things that are sure to mess up your day
I try to be polite
but being outgoing just isn’t my way
I’d rather write the night away
with the muse I play
taking back more freedom
everyday
I silently battle
because I’m too afraid to say
that I’m on the spectrum
please accommodate
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I just read this again.
I see things differently and always have. Than others.
You seem to grasp that concept in my brain.I’m glad you write about it
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I am too. The voice has to be heard.
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I think you’re amazing just the way you are. ๐
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Well thank you ๐ If only everyone had your heart.
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Aww… D… you just made my day. ๐
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Your poem really taps into the stress of living with this condition and having a wonky brain:)
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that’s the goal! thanks for reading ๐
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AwesomE!!!!!!!
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Thank you Bethany ๐
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