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Willow
Guest
Aspergers
Each day that slips away
I sink further in my mind,
if it’s not a normal day
I loose all sense of time;
routine helps keep the peace
in my upside down world.
I gaze up through the trees
and watch the branches as the curl:
a mess of various directions –
confusion in the midst of calm.
I think of all the past rejections
entwined with all the unjust harm.
So many things I cannot understand
because I see things differently.
It’s like I live alone in my own little land
and I wander around somewhat aimlessly.
I can see the people but we’re separate –
it’s so much easier to ignore their life –
and I’m such an unlikely candidate
to interact with them – but still I try.
Each day that slips away
I sink further in my mind,
if it’s not a normal day
I loose all sense of time;
routine helps keep the peace
in my upside down world.
I gaze up through the trees
and watch the branches as the curl:
a mess of various directions –
confusion in the midst of calm.
I think of all the past rejections
entwined with all the unjust harm.
So many things I cannot understand
because I see things differently.
It’s like I live alone in my own little land
and I wander around somewhat aimlessly.
I can see the people but we’re separate –
it’s so much easier to ignore their life –
and I’m such an unlikely candidate
to interact with them – but still I try.