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Some verse on my experiences

cmerrick

Hello everyone, i've been writing on and off for nearly 5 years now as a casual hobby, to Various degrees of competance and i do occasionally like to write about how i feel with aspergers and how it affects me. i was going through my stuff and realized i wrote this nearly a whole year ago, never thought to put it up here. for entertainment purposes mostly, but maybe it can help some understand how it feels to have Aspergers. Oh and Critiques are always welcome Laughing

This is my world, so sharp and bright
I could not tell you how it looks
And you might read a hundred books
But you will never share my sight.

They gave me words that might explain
The differences 'tween you and I
Yet I know, when I look to the sky
my life needs no gilded chains.

This is my world, it’s all my own
Like glass tinted a different hue
I will never see the same as you
Just as my life is mine alone.

Different, yes, but far from broken
At heart I am the same as you
My gentle, caring heart is true
While names are but a simple token.

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  • Forty years of failing 
    to fit in.
    Forty years of sadness
    where do I begin?
    Every day had a shadow
    and has been painful to me.
    I'm different,
    I accept that now
    I have Aspergers you see.
    This awful child,
    that is me.
    I was difficult and never felt free.
    I know now I wasn't being naughty
    And I wasn't really ill
    I just had a mind that was never ever still.
    Everything hurt me more than it should
    No one understood my pain 
    Why was I such a drama queen
    No one could ever really explain.
    “She’s attention seeking and needs a slap”
    “If she bites you bite her back”
    “Make her eat or let her starve”
    “Make her wear that itchy scarf”
    “She’s highly strung”
    “She doesn’t really belong”
    “We can’t take her anywhere”
    “As she plays up and everyone stares”
    What did they do to deal with me? 
    They beat me, locked me up and hid the key.
    Conform, conform and you’ll be fine
    but the harder you try quicker comes the time
    Where the lid blows off
    And the fallout falls
    And the world is an awful place for me.
    They fought in vain
    to erase the fear in my heart 
    and slowly tore my confidence apart
    “What’s wrong with you?”
    “Why do you scream?”
    “You are a walking nightmare” 
    Yet it wasn’t a dream.
    I could read before I went to school.
    I was an artist and a writer and not a fool.
    I was happy in classes where I learned lots of facts
    Every class apart from maths.
    I always finished first and got high grades.
    It was in the playtime someone had drawn the shades.
    No one wanted to be my friend.
    Fights were never solved with amends.
    I was weird, a goody two shoes geek.
    What they really meant was I was a freak.
    Well now I’m forty I know what is wrong
    Suddenly I have found I do belong
    With others like me who have a gift
    Of a mind that darts just like a swifts.
    We may be on a different plane
    But some of us are much the same
    We’re not alone and ill or bad
    We’re special and talented
    To not be able to see that is so very sad.

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  • Forty years of failing 
    to fit in.
    Forty years of sadness
    where do I begin?
    Every day had a shadow
    and has been painful to me.
    I'm different,
    I accept that now
    I have Aspergers you see.
    This awful child,
    that is me.
    I was difficult and never felt free.
    I know now I wasn't being naughty
    And I wasn't really ill
    I just had a mind that was never ever still.
    Everything hurt me more than it should
    No one understood my pain 
    Why was I such a drama queen
    No one could ever really explain.
    “She’s attention seeking and needs a slap”
    “If she bites you bite her back”
    “Make her eat or let her starve”
    “Make her wear that itchy scarf”
    “She’s highly strung”
    “She doesn’t really belong”
    “We can’t take her anywhere”
    “As she plays up and everyone stares”
    What did they do to deal with me? 
    They beat me, locked me up and hid the key.
    Conform, conform and you’ll be fine
    but the harder you try quicker comes the time
    Where the lid blows off
    And the fallout falls
    And the world is an awful place for me.
    They fought in vain
    to erase the fear in my heart 
    and slowly tore my confidence apart
    “What’s wrong with you?”
    “Why do you scream?”
    “You are a walking nightmare” 
    Yet it wasn’t a dream.
    I could read before I went to school.
    I was an artist and a writer and not a fool.
    I was happy in classes where I learned lots of facts
    Every class apart from maths.
    I always finished first and got high grades.
    It was in the playtime someone had drawn the shades.
    No one wanted to be my friend.
    Fights were never solved with amends.
    I was weird, a goody two shoes geek.
    What they really meant was I was a freak.
    Well now I’m forty I know what is wrong
    Suddenly I have found I do belong
    With others like me who have a gift
    Of a mind that darts just like a swifts.
    We may be on a different plane
    But some of us are much the same
    We’re not alone and ill or bad
    We’re special and talented
    To not be able to see that is so very sad.

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