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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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    Madness

    I can’t give you the meaning, there’s not one specific enough.

    There’s not one to which I am leaning, all of the choices are tough.

    Hitler, Caligula, Nero, they have all had their fair share.

    The same beginnings as heroes, but something went wrong somewhere.

    There’s multiple layers, but all are given the same name.

    We are all players, in this unnatural game.

    Give yourself time, most important is your health.

    Neglect is a crime, so respect your feelings and yourself.

    The image is blurred, my stomach is sick.

    Am I finding the word? Is there one that I can pick?

    Forgotten about, ignored, being misunderstood.

    People getting bored, and tell me “I wish that I could”.

    It’s their fault, not mine, I am not to blame.

    Lock me away, I’m not fine, I’m giving you all of the shame.

    What gives them the right? Why must they be the judge?

    They need me out of sight, I’m crawling through the sludge.

    I think that I know the feeling, it feels like a deep sadness.

    But the thoughts that come reeling, always lead to…

    …Madness.

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