Intro
I deiced to write a poem about my life on this.
Days of wandering
I fall down and behind.
I was a little weak after a while.
I am autistic after all.
I didn't have many friends.
I was a treated a little different but didn't know why.
I didn't understand how to make friends.
I was special.
I got in trouble sometimes.
I wasn't as bright as the other children.
I was mad but didn't know went.
I'd hide in loneliness.
I was hated, and I was loved.
I was smart.
I was braver than I knew in my heart.
I got hurt inside by the people whom hated me.
I was in danger of lead.
I was a friend to many.
I was known by many.
I was sentience to more that noises and lights.
I misunderstood, many people didn't get me.
I am shy.
I am kind, but some whom hate me disagreed.
I am funny, but I don't like people laughing at me.
I am creative, I couldn't draw a tree, but I could draw a cartoon character.
I can't speak up because I'm so shy.
I knew a plethora of facts from my special interests.
I know Autism doesn't define me and my whole character.
I am good at so many talents, and struggle with others.
I was made to be autistic.
I was send by God because he loves me.
I also do wander over yonder many times.
