When do I get to be me? [autistic poetry]

Another one came right after the first one.  Here it is 🙂

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Just a face in the crowd

Would you be able to tell?

Can you see any scars?

Any evidence of hell?

 

There’s a crack in the sky

Where it all rained down

I don’t know what’s beyond

I can’t hear the sound

 

Elephants in the room

Can someone tell me why

Masquerades are the rule

And I’m wrong for being wry

 

There’s a knock at the door

The skeletons fall through

Hanging next to my coat

Relief, it’s only you

 

Just a face in the crowd

Just a fact of my life

Just a whisper on a wing

Just a bump in the night

 

Make me run to the end

Prove to me I’m alive

Give me color to see

Make me burst from inside

 

Make it all become real

No question left unasked

Show me my real face

For I have been masked

Too long

 

Leave me now with my thoughts

Hashing over again

What I might should have said

Who I might should have been

 

Maybe now I will break

Maybe now I will bust

You could be entertained

Stick around if you must

 

I’m not sure what to think

There’s a settle to the score

I’m not sure how I feel

Maybe I wanted more

 

There’s a chain link to break

Would this one hold the key?

How much more can I take?

When do I get to be me?

 

There’s a ruse on the wind

There’s a spark in the sky

Maybe this is the reason

I’ve been forever asking why

 

A presence in the room

A shadow in the hall

A word left unsaid

A secret passage in the wall

 

I’m just scratching my head

I’m just looking around

It’s what I do best

Is there a spirit Lost & Found?

 

When do I get my chance?

When will it be my turn?

I think I’m ready to speak

I think it’s starting to burn