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Echoes Of Difference - with Sky_dancer

Empty moral standards
Look upon our difference  
Try to quell our growth  
They fear intelligence  
Reacting through ignorance


We don't need a cure 
Don't need fixin' 
We're not disabled 
In your broken world


We are not corrupted  
Just think in a linear focused way  
Shutting out the world  
So we understand our surroundings  
A little better a little clearer


Shut it out 
Shut the door 
Shut our mouths 
Say no more 
Explaining is exhausting


Thought of as a misfired creation  
Could we be Frankenstein’s monster  
The ugly side of perfection  
A stone rather than a diamond  
Pebbles to be gathered in a box  


Mixed messages 
Mixed metaphors 
Mixed reviews 
Mixed up? not us.


The world looms larger  
A noise a texture a taste  
Can send us spinning  
Disorientation is nothing new  
When information not processed 


Hard to figure 
Apparently 
But we love clearly 
Plain to see


Gripped by obsessions  
Addictions that might seem strange  
The urge can be insane  
When control is lost  
Inside our new interest


All or nothin' 
Love it hate 
Broken hearted 
Easily shattered


On creation’s production line  
We slipped past quality control  
They think we are imperfect 
But we are more perfect  
Than they no or understand


Stimming comforts 
Pain can soothe 
Words can sometimes 
Slice like knives


Hands tightly clasped  
Eyes lowered  
Mind in constant turmoil  
Body living back and forward  
Shows our stress 


Didn't make the mark 
A missing piece 
But you couldn't see 
We were there 
All along


 We try so hard to love  
Seeing it from a different view  
Taking it to higher levels too quickly  
Or not quickly enough  
But we have the same heart


A galaxy of ideas 
Sifting through them 
Choosing one star 
To focus on
 


The icy depths  
Of a computerised brain  
The true warmth  
Of an innocent  heart  
The glaring dilemma


Too much 
Too soon 
Too often 
Not enough


No signs  
The inner compass spinning  
Unclear direction  
No wonder we don’t fit  
When there’s no map


Imperfect gemstone 
No one wanted 
Gathered value 
Over time


Avoidance is our curse  
The eyes the face  
The noise the crowds  
We would stick our head in the sand  
If it meant we control the situation


Hyperfocused,  
Single-minded, 
Perfect focus, 
Honing in.


Could be burnt at the stake for heresy  
For having the mark of the devil  
Bring the witchdoctor, the priest  
Exorcise the demon  
Till cleansed of the affliction   


The lies they tell 
To themselves and us 
Blinded by views 
Of who we ought to be 
They're missing pieces

AspergerPoet56
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Author's Note
As it is Autism Awareness Month, Sky and myself have done this piece highlighting the differences under the label, it is assumed we all have the same traits affecting us the same way, as you read...
As it is Autism Awareness Month, Sky and myself have done this piece highlighting the differences under the label, it is assumed we all have the same traits affecting us the same way, as you read this you will sense a difference in the way each of us see out condition, hence the italics , this is the echo of difference
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