Autismtastic

We are human
Of sorts  
In mutated form  
 
A minority  
That is growing  
Finding a voice  
 
We exist  
Despite attempts  
To change our identity  
 
The purpose of inclusion  
Is to educate  
Not eradicate  
 
So with open minds  
Open hands  
We bare our souls everyday  
 
It’s a hard thing to do  
Explaining how you function  
To everyone you meet  
 
Constantly jumping through  
Hoops designed  
To normalise us  
 
Who are we?  
 We are part of new sub culture  
We are  Autism  
 
We are self aware  
Yet deemed lacking  
Cause we operate differently  
 
Our focus  
Develops passions  
That colour the world  
 
Don’t dull our brush  
Or the vibrancy  
Will be lost among the grey  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

In the name of Autism  
We were seen  
As an incomplete jigsaw  
 
Missing pieces  
To a puzzle  
They sought to solve  
 
Coming into the light  
Like butterflies  
Our beauty is our difference  
 
Each colour  
Paints our picture  
On the canvas of life  
 
We talk about it  
In whispers  
Hide ourselves  
 
Our footprints  
Are there in the sand  
For all too see  
 
Let us fly  
We will show you  
A world you haven’t seen  
 
Forget the rhetoric about us  
The graffiti bullet points  
We are so much more  
 
For if you look at the dark  
Of the universe as normal
We are the stars

Who knows what truly lingers beneath the spirit of the soul when darkness falls down upon the skies and your world, becomes to hard to bear as the lingering images fade into the mere abyss of your mind making you afraid to even go outside.    
   Who really knows what you go through in the solitude of your home when your alone, and the haunting images invades your dreams at night only to awaken you screaming in pain, as the sweat runs down your skin of your flesh from another bad dream of night creatures of demons walking in search of your skin and blood and flesh.                        
   Who really knows the real hurt that you struggle with on a daily basic just to make it through the day upon a wing and a prayer, for there are days that you just wanna disappear behind a closed lock door never to leave the mere comforts of your home. Who really knows what you suffer each time when darkness covers your world and your mind becomes confuse, and start manifesting thoughts that only you seem to see as they seem so real in shape and form tormenting you systematically and pyschologically.      
    For who really knows what you go through when your alone and the beast of nightmares, appears from out of the darkness like fragments mere subliminal signs conceal throught there desperation with an hunger to feed upon your fears that dwells beneath the core of your spiritual soul.