It’s wrong of me to say life is hell,
However the way l am at times,
Seen by others as living in a cracked shell,
For me, more of looking into a deep well,
Trying to understand life’s’ lines!
I can only but ever be who l am,
As others would perceive me to be,
Yet l am an Aspergic man,
With this comes a certain degree,
Of understanding of when it began!
My mind is as yours but not,
Seeing the world through definition,
Learning more but easily forgot,
And awarded to mental decomposition,
Giving away more in a lifetime to rot!
You, see me as somewhat different,
I see you as merely typical,
Mankind life always misspent ,
Trust me it’s not me that is odd!
Just the stereo neurotypicals!
Even l can agree to a certain torment,
Life is awkward for me admittedly,
Purgatory is wrong, but l meant,
Living with this disorder of irregular tranquillity!
Active brain that cries in lament!
Trying to get to grips with thoughts,
From darkened corners and deep crevice,
Knowing no peace, ever busy in exercise,
Woke up this year and decided to write,
Emotions and ideas that appeared,
Within my space both day and night!
Verse, prose and even modern lyrics, how weird!
Helped it has to release the black and white!
As time is progressing l find that,
It’s not enough to just to express one field,
Now l explore all forms of literary combat!
Discovering feelings that were concealed,
Making written forms look like scat!
So life therefore is awkward l do not disagree,
Exploring and understanding more of who is me,
Trying to get to grips with who l am,
As this different but normal Aspergic man,
Same as you perhaps, but still a solitary tree!
© Rory Matier 2010