TW: BULLYING/AUTISM EXPERIENCE/MASKING (it's a more positive one with a positive ending)
As a baby I was born Bright blue.
A child of crazy nature that is true.
Ever since then my brain was fried.
It never seemed to work no matter how I tried.
No children liked my scrambled brain.
Or the dark blue skin that covered my frame.
They hated my smile, my dance and my laugh.
They would move out the way when they saw me walk past.
At the time, I hated me too.
They would say I was different and I knew it was true.
For their brains were not scrambled.
And their skin was not blue.
I tried and I tried to pain myself white.
To hide my deformities and live a new life.
I was constantly changing for everyone I saw.
The accents I spoke in and the clothes that I wore.
But it was never enough for them.
And my heart, it was sore.
I had played my life like a musical but the audience wanted more.
One day I had enough of them and I ripped up my script.
I scrubbed myself free from paint till my skin shone once more.
It's colour a bright contrast to my eyes.
For once I liked the person I saw.
And then, oh then, I did cry.
Till by morning when my eyes were old and dry.
And only then I did finally be free.
I dressed to my own accord and I acted the way I wanted.
I didn't care about the stares and the words that they flaunted.
I just sat in my seat and started my work and said to myself:
"If they don't like me for me then I won't like them for them"
~ Eve xxx
Note: I also originally wrote this one with no breaks but I added them too. There's lots of flow changes in this one so sorry 😭
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