Nobody but Me

When I was a kid, I thought I was a pest.

But what I didn’t know back then was I was different from all the rest.

When my parents told me I had autism and I was terrified.

I went to my bedroom and then started to cry.

Bullies laughed, pointed and stared.

I went into the corner of the classroom, feeling deeply scared.

I cried some more and didn’t know what to do.

I was timid and sad that I became so blue.

As the years went on and my future looking uncertain.

I became a bit more social and not behind a curtain.

People made fun of me for being smart.

But I know what it really means to stay true to my heart.

I rather be myself as opposed to a copy.

It’s a lot better to be my true self, but not sorry.

I strive to become more than just a viral sensation.

But rather want people to look up to me as an inspiration.

I may be different from others and that’s okay.

But I’m not letting anything or anyone stand in my way.

When people doubted me at first, they have counted me out.

But being my true self is what I’m all about.