Unmasking the Masquerade
Treated like I'm a pest,
because I don't look, feel, or sound like the rest.
Like everyone else knows the rules,
Yet all I get is ridicules.
Told to 'grow up' when I act younger than others my age,
But I'm trapped in my own mind and feels like I'm in a cage.
Labelled naughty, workshy, awkward, or a pain!
Then feeling guilty for causing you so much strain.
You misinterpret what I've done,
Because I'm obviously the rude and the nasty one?
Hiding behind a mask since I've been young,
Watching, copying, and biting my tongue.
Meltdowns like a toddler at the slightest touch,
Sometimes even my clothes feel too much.
I try not to hold a grudge,
When people just stare and judge.
For all those years I was unsure to where I truly belong,
butnow I understand that I've been neurodiverse all along!
