Verbose Non-Verbal
A stream of consciousness poem
Someone asked how I am able
to express myself so freely in some moments,
yet bewildered & stunned to silence in others.
As if I’m faking one and not the other.
There is a truth buried in the assumptions,
I fake being normal on a daily basis.
I wear different masks to fit in
so the same sort of people with a dozen questions,
just leave me alone.
The masks weigh me down and I feel like my skull is caving in,
from carrying so much god damn expectation.
When I wring my hands or rock my body,
the meddlesome must stop and stare.
The same folks with the dozen questions,
suddenly judge me for being too autistic.
The spectrum of me is just a facade to them,
until reality cements its foundation
and drives them off into the shadows of their ignorance.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Be unapologetically you! You deserve nothing less
Amazing poem. You capture the feeling of loneliness and exhaustion those masks bring perfectly. Well done!