• i watch children run and play,
    but me i have a bad day,
    people tease and taunt the broken.
    my autisum was my god given token,
    i was almost taken from my mom by doctors,
    they saw me bad and broken,
    i was saved but my past hunts me,
    i grew fragile and hatful lonesome,
    people try to help but they can't understand,
    i am so broken my mind has been shatered,
    you can't chage what was raised to hate,
    this is me i'm a mistake,
    the only reson i live on,
    is my perouse to make things happy even when i'm gone,
    i stick around for those who matter most,
    even if im broken it gives me pourpose,
    if you were broken what would you do,
    tis my story and it is all true....