When I was fifteen
A jigsaw I drew
Red blue and green
Pieces were the world that I knew
In the middle a square
With no connections
Yellow, to declare
A kind of rejection
Other pieces held hands
But yellow was solitary
Societal demands
Ignored, quite unordinary
The yellow was me
At the age of fifteen
Not knowing how to be
Not red, or blue, or green
I tried and I failed
To fit myself in
Solitude prevailed
A welcome escape from the din
‘You’re so weird’
They would say
Those words that I feared
Stripping my weak walls away
Now I am older
Autism doesn’t define me
I am stronger, and bolder
On my journey to find me
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