My poem is about the disconnect I feel from the rules our society puts on socialization as an autistic person
Language is the expression of the mind and soul
But who decided how that expression shows?
We babble on about things we don’t understand
We put meaning to it, yet our definitions spanned
Across a web of ideas the masses create
And so we mediate the concepts of understanding
But standing is our constant oppression of those who don’t understand
I don’t understand why people say the things they do
I barely understand why I say the things I do
I love to listen anyway, as their concepts interest me
I pay more attention because I lack the understanding
For that I stand out, but I know others are like me
I thank the world for giving me life
So I can listen and listen to these concepts, free from strife
I don’t care that I don’t understand, I got the autistic life I got
I love it despite how much I’ve fought