Asperger Stigmatization
I never asked for this.
Fragmented, I felt.
Like someone just picked me up
And bussed me straight onto concrete.
Did God do that to me?
I never asked to be born with such an infliction
that made me a dummy for children
to take their feelings of inferiority out on.
I never asked to be born with such an infliction
that held me back from getting the most out of my romantic relationships.
Not to mention the fact it soured my bond with my family at home.
Imagine coming home every day getting told off and being
called all sorts of derogatory names—
just because of their own putrid dissatisfaction with themselves.
I can imagine my momma’s frustration
because she had to deal with an emotionally wrecked child.
Did Momma ever wish she could have traded sons with someone else?
I never asked for any of this
No.
No.
No.
It prevented me from catching social cues and mingling in groups.
Although in time I was the one usin’ this affliction as a scapegoat to hold my own self back.
I am guilty of that
I know, I know
Crucify me for it.
Still, though I went about my life
with this affliction and those who knew of it
used it to label me as a diseased pest.
Someone who is too sick for society
A retarded kid with no dad who's gonna end up just like him
Says my classmates when I was eleven years old.
I’m sorry, god
I’m sorry
I ain’t holy enough
I’m sorry, god
I’m sorry
I don’t push myself enough
Just send me to hell once I die
I’m sorry, everyone
I’m sorry
savage writer was never meant to exist.
I created him for a reason
I ain’t wanna feel no more pain
So I turned it into anger.
I’m sorry, my ex-loves
I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to badmouth you all
Wait, hold up
I take that back.
Yes I did.
About the Creator
savage writer
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