[Excerpt from Monochrome 2006]
Hood over face I walk these halls,
Hoping no one will notice,
No one will trip me,
No one will mock me.
I’ve almost adjusted to their mockery,
So why do these eyes still cry?
Is it for hope? For self pity?
Am I crying for a Savior to end this misery?
An emotional crucifixion.
I die inside each day hoping
That tomorrow will come,
But I’m still waiting.
[This poem was originally written in my high school years. People have asked me if my diagnosis of Asperger’s had come sooner, would it have helped. After reading this poem, what do you think now?]