I can't bear to look people in the eyes
And see disdain written all across their pupils
So my eyes rest in the cracks of pavements
Only the shadows accept my presence
The empty air wraps me in its invisible blanket, enshrouding me from the hostile eyes of students my age
Even my skin has adapted by turning paler
So that I’d look ghostly, like an abandoned soul
When words pour out of someone's mouth
I freeze
I struggle to find the right words to say
But my mind goes blank
White
And no words form on my tied tongue
Huh, how ignorant she is, I hear her whisper afterwards
Very near me
It's like she thinks twice
Before she says nothing
Giggle giggle giggle
Hmph, typical
I know they wish that I'm anywhere but near them
Their tensed bodies is easy enough to see
See, I'm not stupid as they think
But I don't need anyone I tell myself
I'm different
I've always been the odd one out
And that makes me unique
A shining star, my mum says
But that's no good when you have no one to see how much you shine.
Author notes
Sorry this is not a good poem. This is about asperger's syndrome, which is a social disorder, when you can't talk, start a conversation or look people in the eye. Believe me, it's hell, because you can never make friends and you are always an outcast.
A contest entry
- Mental Disorders by XxTwiceDisturbedXx.
560 points, ended November 1, 18 entries
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Comments
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Some time or other perhaps we all find ourselves in your orbit.
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I read your poem and then saw your authors note. I actually like this poem. It has a kind of different form to it that seemed to reach out to me. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.
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This is beautiful. I feel as if I'm in your shoes when I read It.
Good job!! Good luck and keep writing!!
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This... this is really interesting! I admire your ability to create a beautiful art out of something horrid. I find it hard to talk to people too but not this bad...
Thanks for sharing and keep going~
~Sparrow
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