• Autism. It's funny how the word's supposed to describe me.
    I suppose most people would think of somone slower,
    a bit dull, someone weird, maybe even slobbery.
    While my speed is slow, my IQ isn't lower.

    I can act "normal', yet I'm cursed with expectations.
    and the belief I can get something from nothing.
    They know what's wrong, yet this duration
    they set me up for failure, that's all they bring.

    Special Ed's a joke, they shut me in a little room
    with no AC, no way to think, with all the other kids.
    I complained yet they did nothing new.
    They just continued with what they did.

    They don't know what's in my head.
    I'll fail Algebra, I'm awful at school
    They know I suck, but like I said
    They don't care, it's extremely cruel.

    This is the poem for all the teachers
    All who misunderstand our minds
    Those who treat us like creachers
    Those who try to leave us behind.

    If only you knew how we feel
    Like if you were us instead.
    If you wondered if my words are real
    Now you're finally in my head.