Autism
It was told that I am a special child
Who exists in a world no one can come
So in my place I can be wild or mild
Without caring for protest raised by some.
I am all alone in this little space
That I wanted something to be with me
Not a living thing but a thing I paced
Or thoughts of candid moments it can be.
I'll be the player of unscripted scenes
An unaware picture of awareness
That people may observe as I am seen
The lessons behind doing things careless.
Maybe at some point I am here for good
In this section where the master is mood.
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