Autism Poetry - Tumblr Posts

Autistic loneliness is so unbearably complicated.

The craving of wanting a warm and cosy relationship eats you up but the repulsion towards opening up about yourself always lingers like a sheen of invisible frost.

A kaleidoscope of secrets lies under your skin that begs to be released but is not made for the horrors of the outside world. It's too bright, too weird, too different for others to understand it. So it remains caged within, festering and crumbling under the barely-there weight of emptiness.

Regardless of how well you can mutilate and crimp yourself into a more-palatable human form, you'll always be that outsider who almost doesn't fit the guidelines of a regular human.

I wrote a poem about autism

theres a mouse inside my mind

he pokes and prods at my skull

he tugs and pulls at my brain

he runs around on his paws.

theres a mouse who is stuck

he awes through a peephole

he knocks on my skull

he wishes he was free.

theres a mouse inside my mind

i feel him crawling around

i hear him squeaking to me

but still i cannot see him.

theres a mouse who is stuck

i'm turned by his dreams

i'm crushed by his screams

i want to pull him out.