Title: Process
Autism is a mental state in which a person processes information differently, that's what's in the dictionary.
This word defines many including me, the world I see is on the contrary.
Though the days are bleak, the colours are draining what scares me is my colours fading too.
It's new to me, learning this so late in life.
Hate and anger fill my heart at the memory, people abusing without knowing of my disability.
If I had known sooner things would've been so much better.
But I didn't and now I know, so I have to move on and learn and grow. I am not a puzzle, I am not an abnormality.
I am a person with a mental ability to see a world a million times better than the one we breathe.
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The Words Of A Rose
PoetryA ll the words in my head unspoken P eople who don't know my song O ver the world now E ven in the north and south M ay my words find you B efore my time ends Y ou will know me M eet me in the shape of poetry E ventually this will be my lega...
