The World Isn't Ready for Me (Poem)

[Joshua the Writer]

So, I created this poem and submitted it to be included in my online high school's literary magazine. I just wrote about my disability, without mentioning autism explicitly. I hope it gets in the magazine! Anyways, without much more BS, here it is:

I am ready for the world,
But is the world ready for me?
I feel so alienated.
I feel like I was born in the wrong world,
In the wrong planet.
I feel like an outcast, to be forever
Ignored and undesired,
Like an insane person in a psych ward.

It seems like the world does not
Take people like me seriously.
(or want to at all)
Just use how I am
The way I am as a joke.

I feel so isolated,
Like I’m always in solitary confinement.
It’s like everybody I meet face-to-face
Only wants to shuts me out,
Not bothering to get to know me,
Or to understand me.
Seemingly not wanting to understand me.
It sometimes make me feel doubtful.
Makes me feel like nobody
Wants to listen to me.

The world isn’t ready for me.
People just don’t seem to understand me.
They never seem to want to understand.
They are just stuck in their own, ignorant world.
A world they’ll never leave.

The world isn’t ready for me,
And I don’t understand why.
They just make me and the
People like me into a joke,
A waste of tax money,
Something that shouldn’t
Live on their own,
Something that should keep to ourselves.

And I kept to myself,
Away from the outside world.
Because the world isn’t ready for me.
Despite me being ready for the world.
(I know, it’s a strange paradox, isn’t it?)
I know that you may not believe,
But, honestly, it’s hard to
Live as me. I don’t understand why,
But the “normal” people in this world
Don’t even seem to try to
Believe in me, understand me.
(Does “normal” even exist?)

I just stay in my own, comfortable home
At a computer, playing CS:GO,
Because nobody can actually hurt me,
Insult me, ignore me, misunderstand me.
It feels like I can’t go out in a world
That isn’t ready for me.

I’m ready for the world.
The world isn’t ready for me.
So I’ll just stay on my computer for the time being.
And play video games.

After all, if the world isn’t ready for me,
Isn’t willing to accept me,
Unwilling to understand me,
Then why shouldn’t I stay in
Inside, alone, or at least seemingly alone,
Where the outside world cannot judge me?​

 

[BrokenBoy]

So, I created this poem and submitted it to be included in my online high school's literary magazine. I just wrote about my disability, without mentioning autism explicitly. I hope it gets in the magazine! Anyways, without much more BS, here it is:

I am ready for the world,
But is the world ready for me?
I feel so alienated.
I feel like I was born in the wrong world,
In the wrong planet.
I feel like an outcast, to be forever
Ignored and undesired,
Like an insane person in a psych ward.

It seems like the world does not
Take people like me seriously.
(or want to at all)
Just use how I am
The way I am as a joke.

I feel so isolated,
Like I’m always in solitary confinement.
It’s like everybody I meet face-to-face
Only wants to shuts me out,
Not bothering to get to know me,
Or to understand me.
Seemingly not wanting to understand me.
It sometimes make me feel doubtful.
Makes me feel like nobody
Wants to listen to me.

The world isn’t ready for me.
People just don’t seem to understand me.
They never seem to want to understand.
They are just stuck in their own, ignorant world.
A world they’ll never leave.

The world isn’t ready for me,
And I don’t understand why.
They just make me and the
People like me into a joke,
A waste of tax money,
Something that shouldn’t
Live on their own,
Something that should keep to ourselves.

And I kept to myself,
Away from the outside world.
Because the world isn’t ready for me.
Despite me being ready for the world.
(I know, it’s a strange paradox, isn’t it?)
I know that you may not believe,
But, honestly, it’s hard to
Live as me. I don’t understand why,
But the “normal” people in this world
Don’t even seem to try to
Believe in me, understand me.
(Does “normal” even exist?)

I just stay in my own, comfortable home
At a computer, playing CS:GO,
Because nobody can actually hurt me,
Insult me, ignore me, misunderstand me.
It feels like I can’t go out in a world
That isn’t ready for me.

I’m ready for the world.
The world isn’t ready for me.
So I’ll just stay on my computer for the time being.
And play video games.

After all, if the world isn’t ready for me,
Isn’t willing to accept me,
Unwilling to understand me,
Then why shouldn’t I stay in
Inside, alone, or at least seemingly alone,
Where the outside world cannot judge me?​

Bravo! Bravo!
I normally don't care for poetry that much because I feel it feels fake and pretentious, with an obsession with trying to be "deep" than actually saying anything of substance and trying to show off how smart and intellectual you are.

But this is different. This is genuine.

Correct me if I'm wrong but this poem feels like it came straight from the heart. Just pure genuine emotion without restraint. It's not fake like the other poems because I can relate. I can understand what that feels like. Anyways I hope this makes the magazine!

 

[Pats]

Love it!

 

[Thinx]

Great poem, I think you really captured that conundrum of trying to be part of something that cant and/ or won't accept who we are.

 

[Joshua the Writer]

Bravo! Bravo!
I normally don't care for poetry that much because I feel it feels fake and pretentious, with an obsession with trying to be "deep" than actually saying anything of substance and trying to show off how smart and intellectual you are.

But this is different. This is genuine.

Correct me if I'm wrong but this poem feels like it came straight from the heart. Just pure genuine emotion without restraint. It's not fake like the other poems because I can relate. I can understand what that feels like. Anyways I hope this makes the magazine!

Yes. It did come from my heart. Also, thanks. I hope it makes the mag, too.

 

[Joshua the Writer]

Love it!

Thank you, I am glad you like it. I showed it to my parents, and they said they liked it. I actually showed them before making some improvements. This is the final, improved version. I am glad you enjoyed reading my poem.

 

[Joshua the Writer]

Great poem, I think you really captured that conundrum of trying to be part of something that cant and/ or won't accept who we are.

That was actually what I was going for when I wrote this. Thanks. I appreciate it!