I just recently found out that I have asperger's and this is a poem I wrote....
Wandering upon in the light
as I found who I am last night.
The life I live can now make sense
and give some reason to the past events
Curiosity always destroyed what I can
and giving me no real reason, meaning or plan.
Trying to become everything that I saw
but never really understanding anything at all
Feeling unusual, foreign, and loud
but no real expression was ever allowed
I cried of pain and sorrow and shame
always thinking that I was to blame
Little did I know was that I was born to be
a different unusual person for eternity
I see the world differently, not wrong
explaining the confusion all along.
I'm viewed as a foreigner in my home town
I feel I am smiling when there is actually a frown
I think you're a friend when you think I'm a clown
confusion and delusion is the reason I'm down
unusual interests preoccupy my mind
giving me no conversational topics to find
I solve problems in an unconventional way
having no real explaination to say
this is odd behaviour but I'm not alone
there's a name for this set in stone
there's many of us on the path to roam
trying to find our place, meaning and home
the world is not set up for our ways
giving us little recognition and praise
but it gets better for I am told
letting us inside out from the cold.