Mar 18, 2008 08:04
I walked in,
amongst the eyes
round all over
tired of hiding
I prefer to walk
upright, forwards
still shuffling though
body never responds
quite right
I can hear their thoughts
their eyes are speakers
proclaiming their views
saying I'm not worth it
that I'm worth less
somehow
because the tempo of my thoughts
doesn't coincide
with theirs
the rhythm of my walk
like syncopation
compared to their dull beats
way I figure it
either I can be me
and all that entails
or I can be less
something which they call
"normal"
all in all
I'd rather just
say no thanks
asperger's syndrome,
acceptance