Poetry thread

I quite like writing poetry and so I thought I'd start a thread - please post your poems here. The first one I want to share is one I posted on another thread recently, about autistic people being typecast.

It's called "I don't wanna be typecast"

I don't wanna be typecast, I'm not a Tinpot

Unimportant, inferior or worthless, I'm not.

I'm not a savant, no genius IQ

But I'm not stupid, I can learn stuff too.

Don't think there is no emotion there

I have empathy, consideration and care

I don't wanna be typecast, no matter what we do

We're all individuals, I'm me and you're you

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  • I love writing poems too, personally I have written many of just thought up of many in general. so here is some new poetry that I made, constructive criticism welcome!

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    Inner Critic:

    Sometimes my mind is so loud, never shutting up

    or looking down, It spoke, 

    I cried, tried to shut it down,

    But it was in my head, oh! It wanted to speak,

    It never ran down, and it told me things,

    It told me to stop, 

    To think,

    Better not cry,

    Guess today is another day.

    I remember the day it got too loud, 

    I wheeze and sobbed,

    Getting the rope untied from my small fingers, 

    Running away too hard,

    I tripped and fell in weeds, thought I was sane,

    soon I felt better, even for a sencond,

    don't think too loud, or you'll cry,

    Maybe it's all in my head, 

    Doesn't everyone have this critic?

    Oh, the drowning got so bad,

    Yet the critic suddenly had pity,

    Cried right beside me, didn't ever spoke,

    Maybe I was too harsh on myself,

    A body is hard to take care of when your me,

    And maybe she won't be so loud on a child,

    As the critic tried to love,

    Myself.

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  • I love writing poems too, personally I have written many of just thought up of many in general. so here is some new poetry that I made, constructive criticism welcome!

    ----

    Inner Critic:

    Sometimes my mind is so loud, never shutting up

    or looking down, It spoke, 

    I cried, tried to shut it down,

    But it was in my head, oh! It wanted to speak,

    It never ran down, and it told me things,

    It told me to stop, 

    To think,

    Better not cry,

    Guess today is another day.

    I remember the day it got too loud, 

    I wheeze and sobbed,

    Getting the rope untied from my small fingers, 

    Running away too hard,

    I tripped and fell in weeds, thought I was sane,

    soon I felt better, even for a sencond,

    don't think too loud, or you'll cry,

    Maybe it's all in my head, 

    Doesn't everyone have this critic?

    Oh, the drowning got so bad,

    Yet the critic suddenly had pity,

    Cried right beside me, didn't ever spoke,

    Maybe I was too harsh on myself,

    A body is hard to take care of when your me,

    And maybe she won't be so loud on a child,

    As the critic tried to love,

    Myself.

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