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Best Poems Written by Ashley Bancroft

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I'm sorry I'm autistic

I'm sorry I'm autistic, 
That I don't fit your expectations,
I'm different, I know,
But that doesn't mean I don't belong.

I may rock,
I may cry,
But I try and try, 
To be normal in a world full of expectations.

But I'm different, 
I know,
So I'll make my own normal.

I'm sorry I'm autistic,
But I will never change.

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Abused Becomes The Abuser?

They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.

Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.

Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.

Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.

I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to conform to your twisted fate.

They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but my mind sings a different tune.

With every step,
I prove society wrong.

In healing,
I grow immensely strong.

Your ghost may haunt me time to time,
but I will never let my past dictate my future,
as in shadows deep,
my spirt climbs,
to reach beyond the pain you caused.

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Maturity?

I've always been described as mature,
yet not many know I grew up too fast,
for trauma broke an innocent girl,
her innocence,
her happiness.

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Car vs Bus

Car speeding, swerving
as it's approaching the big, red sign.

The voice in my head defies traffic laws,
knowing I should stop,
yet I continue on,
seeking euphoria,
swerving a bus.

Little do I realise a cop is watching...

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Lost In The Shadow Of Your Footsteps

Shadows stretch across my mind,
in grief I'm lost
hard to find.

Darkness whispers,
pulling me near.

In the sadness of your loss,
I disappear.

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I Needed A Father

I needed a father,
strong and wise,
to guide me through life's highs and lows.

But in your absence I was the strong one,
I learned to fight,
learned right from wrong.

In the depths of despair,
I found my way and found the strength to fight each day.

Through the pleads with God to bring you back,
silence is what I received.

In the silence I found grace,
And to learnt to stand up for myself.

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You're Too Young - You're Too Old

You're too young to cry,
They say, 
Too young to bare the weight of you're burdens.

Yet your family beat you down,
stripped you of your confidence,
turned your smile into a frown.

You're too old to cry,
They say,
too long ago did the trauma occur,
just move on,
forget.

Little do they know the lingering aftershock,
And how my confidence is still nowhere to be found.

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My Teenage Years - Mental Health Hosptial

Teenage years are meant to be filled with great stories to tell,
but these are the years I fell mentally unwell.

My teenage years were spent in a never ending loop between hospital and home,
leaving me feeling incredibly alone.

Getting admitted into a psychiatric hospital,
where I stayed for two years,
away from home,
with a dozen other teenagers,
we all felt incredibly alone.

Whilst you was getting ready for school : I was getting ready for morning meeting,
Told to put up our hands to ask if we could go for a walk within grounds.

Whilst you was getting drunk,
we was getting medicated.

Whilst you was out,
making happy memories,
we were begging for life's necessities. 

Wherever I went, they had to be aware,
in case I was to run away from there.

I see people my age and it's like we are reading the same book,
yet on a completely different page.

Whilst you was in your nice warm bed,
I was being neglected,
Unchecked,
Nearly dead.

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EUPD

I crave love and affection whilst my brain perceives it as rejection,
i have plans for my future,
yet plans for my departure.

They say most don't live to see 25,
yet that's a lie,
as we silently suffer,
even when we wish to die.

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What Is Depression?

When you think of the word depression,
what's the first thought that comes to mind?

Is it someone stuck in bed,
wiping their tears,
wishing they were dead?

Is it someone smiling 
and cracking jokes?

For the seemingly happiest person,
can also be the loneliest.

Because depression doesn't have a look
and can affect anyone of any age,
of any gender.