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Poetry thread

Lotus

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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  • Masked lies.

    I have found a new friend. How long will this last?

    But have I met them before? Perhaps a lost fragment from my past?

    I have worn this face once already, it came to no good end,

    Only me who suffers, only my mind that it bends.

    I am not given an option, I need to fit in,

    I must be accepted, I can’t stay rotting in this bin.

    They cut me, scratched me, bit me, and then they threw me away,

    I gave too much to them, there was no more that I could say.

    My faith keeps me going, it’s strong, it has great might,

    It’s the one true thing, that keeps the devil out of sight.

    I’m ripping it off, it will leave a scar,

    A reminder of the lesson that I will carry long and far.

    If I put it back on, it will take me back to that door,

    That door will stay closed, it will open…

    …no more.

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  • Masked lies.

    I have found a new friend. How long will this last?

    But have I met them before? Perhaps a lost fragment from my past?

    I have worn this face once already, it came to no good end,

    Only me who suffers, only my mind that it bends.

    I am not given an option, I need to fit in,

    I must be accepted, I can’t stay rotting in this bin.

    They cut me, scratched me, bit me, and then they threw me away,

    I gave too much to them, there was no more that I could say.

    My faith keeps me going, it’s strong, it has great might,

    It’s the one true thing, that keeps the devil out of sight.

    I’m ripping it off, it will leave a scar,

    A reminder of the lesson that I will carry long and far.

    If I put it back on, it will take me back to that door,

    That door will stay closed, it will open…

    …no more.

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