A Journey Through Life With Mental Illness
High functioning autism is just a word to most.
Receiving and having are two different word's.
And so we try in having, as little attention drawn
Too ourselves .
Our teachers cannot read our mind's and parents
Through thier ignorance cause more harm than good.
The bullies were thus brutal as bullies will be, fighting
Back was but trouble as trouble needn't be.
Not able to speak or articulate word's as a child, confusion
Was the word, the word of the day as from night.
Hiding in the woods, open in school spankings from teacher's
Back in those day's.
As an adult it was thus to late , police and a record being misunderstood.
Confessing to lie's to people you trust without mens rea,
It mattered not.
Anger , detachment was then a good friend, not knowing the
Why until it was too late.
And why now they ask , when they do not care, it leaves me in
Fear .
That I may loose where I live to those now afraid.
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