Spazzergasm wrote:
It's from the perspective of a single guy. And its focusing on the depression I guess.....
Input, please?! Thanks. I'm so worried it sucks! And someone told me it cannot be accurately called a disorder. Is that true? Because it rhymes with the end.
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For me it feels like I’m in a submarine.
I watch all around me the fishes and coral
They drift through the water–pretty and floral.
I wish I could join, but I haven’t got gills.
In my real life case, that’s no social skills.
People ignore me, since I never say hi.
They get fed-up during conversations–
Deem my subjects too “dry”.
To be honest, it’s okay, I have my computer.
… Would it be different if they thought I was cuter?
My colleagues confuse me; they’re indirect and fake.
Like pretending it was on purpose when they’ve made a mistake.
Why can’t people just grin, when they’re feeling glad,
Instead of smiling, when they’re actually sad?
It’s my flaw, really, my ability to perceive expressions is bad.
Aged 29, and I’ve never been kissed.
It’s pretty sad, yes, but is there anything I haven’t missed?
I think it’s okay–for me anyway.
I can’t even stand close without staring away.
But I’m good for now, if I scream at the end of each day.
I’m very proficient, though, at the job that I do.
Even if I’m alone, I’ll still pull through.
Half in, half out, I’m always mid-way, between
the things I do right, and the wrong things I say.
… That’s just my affliction: stuck on the border.
Because of my asperger’s disorder.
ASD stands for Autistic Spectrum Disorder.