I'm Worn Out

I'm worn out

like ripped, smelly, unclean,

and nasty shirts.

Sugarcoating my disability

is mentally and emotionally draining.

I'm fed up

with feeling

like a cheap piece of garment.

I know

the full truth,

so why does my mind

keep fibbing to me?

I'm worn out

like faded hair dye.

Setting high standards

for myself

takes up so much energy,

I'm not even kidding.

I'm fed up

with molding myself

too much,

just so I can

avoid making mistakes,

and losing friends.

I'm worn out,

I'm frustrated,

I'm baffled,

I'm about to collapse,

and lose my breath!

Autism is a part of me,

and it's a sacred

part of my identity.

I need to stop

masking

and villianizing it.

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