I am a veteran of a spectrum that scars many
A soldier fighting for social skills against a menace that takes them away
In a battle that is never ending

Enlisting in infantry for the battalion of verbal etiquette
Facing articulated artillery on a daily basis
Dodging mortar of miscommunication
I continually pick out shrapnel of sharp tones and ill-gotten insinuations

Sickish slurs at times weakened this already maimed freedom fighter
Feeling like the only warrior in this war of words
My speech is left perforated by the craters of criticism
I alone fight in the trench of my native tongue.

Craters of misinterpretation are left in the battlefield of communication
Repelling reinforcements with rounds of subjective meanings
Preventing the siege of social unacceptance.
Unable to hold them back I had to retreat to the next blockade.

The fear of defeat staring at me with cold judgment
I hope for normality, 
with that goal burned in my mind I reach deep within
For another fighting chance
Once more onto the breach

Running back into sensory saturation and I make a final push for survival.
Transparent to the enemies line of sight.
Fighting back foes with social solitude and comforting confrontation.
My enemy now eliminated with exaggerated expression.
Opposition obliterated and the reinforcement now running.

I stand victorious
Full with the valor of verbal expression.
I am triumphant against the threat of Aspergers.