"Everyone laughed at me, but why?” the mind wonders “Why they call me stuppid…?” asking in confusion “Am I weird…?” whispers the heart in solitude “Am I all different…?” echoes in the quietude
With laughter that stings Heart aching so often Each moment is a struggle inside and out A constant retaking
In the spectrum’s rhapsody In the realm of the neurodiverse The boy seeks a solace His soul struggle to find its place
In the dance of existence Curious, yet pained Where the heart often sunders He lost to find “why I’m treated so bad…!?”
