Autistic Spasm

when it usually happens – I don’t know

it’s a sudden, unsurmountable flow

there’s no action, only rejection

no feelings, just numbness

to the whole world

as if it meant to hurt me, so

I’m building my armour

I never brag, never shout

about who I am

and what I have achieved

or whatever hurts – it will all pass;

others tend to scream

their voices multiply

in my head

as if it was

not mine

but their;

my vote is invalid, they need the audience

to tell them

that they’re the best

aren’t we all

in our own subjective views on the topics?

everyone has talent, so why do we compare

each other on the page?

everyone can have the same ideas, but not at the same time

what a shame, at least we tried

to come out of our own skin

and live

for a little longer than in our dreams

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