One Missing Piece
The puzzle will never be complete
He is looked at and pointed at
by children who don't know
that he is incomplete
He didn't choose to be born this way
a piece of a puzzle that doesn't fit
We stare and thank God that it's not us
It's not me
But do we ever feel any empathy?
If you could imagine not fitting in
never really fully understanding anything
Having to be watching
always having someone taking care of you
You would never have any independence
Autism seemed to be his name
"He's autistic"
It wasn't his name
there's more to him
He is tortured and teased
All because of one missing piece
Copyright © Maya Satnick | Year Posted 2016
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