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Who I am?
Who am I?
[Dedicated to my brother]
I think differently
I am someone who looks at things so abstractly
Is there something wrong with me?
Kids make fun of me
Am I that bad to be around?
I just don’t know
I am secluded from everyone and everything
I have no one except Kevin, he’s my friend
I go to, football with my head in a cloud
When I get there its silent, no whistles, no hard breathing, nothing
It’s like I am the one
The only one who is not perfect
But nobody is perfect right?
I mean I was only five minutes late
But when someone else comes they keep going
I don’t know what to do
Is this real or a dream?
I hope it’s a dream
I go to bed with my head all twisted
The only thing I can do to calm down
Is make the most extravagant Lego piece I can think of
Why is that so easy?
Can’t school be that way?
Why can’t friends be that easy?
My sister is the only one I can talk too
But SpongeBob is my friend to
Why can’t I remember my answers on the science test ?
But I can memorize a whole episode of SpongeBob
What is in my mind, I just can’t process
I am autistic
I hate it
But I love it
Why was I the one in one hundred and fifty?
Isn’t there a cure for real this time?
No meds, no therapy, just something that will work