Your worried and scared,
You know something in me is impaired.
Running your hands though your hair,
Your God doesn't heed your prayer.
Your seeking answers in this scary world,
I couldn't help it, here I was hurled,
My core is melting silently,
I'm resisting violently,
I've experienced the travesties,
Brought on by families,
I refuse to make apologies;
In a war there are casualties.
I zone out at the worst times,
I can't read between the lines.
I'm lost in your neurotypical realm,
I'm so overwhelmed,
Just leave me behind,
I won't mind.
Don’t be worried.
Don't be scared.
I couldn't care, remember? I'm impaired.
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