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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  • Decisions.

    .

    A question so simple, yet comes by surprise,
    I should have foreseen, it show in my eyes,
    Pressure is building, I need to decide,
    Server is waiting, some words to provide.
    I smile and attempt, something to say,
    Mouth starts on moving, but needs a delay.
    Around my eyes dart, brain is still working,
    There must be a hint, where answer is lurking.

    They prompt me once more, it can't be that hard,
    The menu may help, I look at the card.
    People are glancing, a noise starts to come,
    "Err..." do I utter, I seem to be done.
    Just as they're turning, it pops out for free,
    Sound is emerging , " I like to have tea."
    Hooray I did it, decision is made,
    Oh no, they're looking, I'm feeling afraid.

    "Which one would you like?", is next to resolve,
    Another hurdle, they seem to evolve.
    Downwards I look, a list must there be,
    The first one I pick, as soon as I see.
    A tick on a pad, and off they now go,
    Time now is normal, no longer runs slow.
    I must do better, tomorrow for sure,
    Avoiding this hassle, a script is the cure.

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  • Decisions.

    .

    A question so simple, yet comes by surprise,
    I should have foreseen, it show in my eyes,
    Pressure is building, I need to decide,
    Server is waiting, some words to provide.
    I smile and attempt, something to say,
    Mouth starts on moving, but needs a delay.
    Around my eyes dart, brain is still working,
    There must be a hint, where answer is lurking.

    They prompt me once more, it can't be that hard,
    The menu may help, I look at the card.
    People are glancing, a noise starts to come,
    "Err..." do I utter, I seem to be done.
    Just as they're turning, it pops out for free,
    Sound is emerging , " I like to have tea."
    Hooray I did it, decision is made,
    Oh no, they're looking, I'm feeling afraid.

    "Which one would you like?", is next to resolve,
    Another hurdle, they seem to evolve.
    Downwards I look, a list must there be,
    The first one I pick, as soon as I see.
    A tick on a pad, and off they now go,
    Time now is normal, no longer runs slow.
    I must do better, tomorrow for sure,
    Avoiding this hassle, a script is the cure.

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