The Little Girl Cried

You see me:

I look neurotypical to you,

It’s not your fault

And you don’t know

But I’ll tell you something that will help you grow:

You don’t know that’s true;

Not everyone’s like you.

But people don’t see damage words can do,

The memories they stick like glue,

And they’ll slip away when I decide I’m done,

So before you sting me with your tongue,

I’m trying to grow but I’m still young,

Before you burn me with that face,

I’m held together now but this weren’t always the case,

Emotions I try to hide

But trust me:

Somewhere deep inside,

The little girl cried.

Do you see now?

Doubt can go very far,

It can make you into who you are,

So whenever I see hope I grab it with both damn hands,

And I cherish anybody who understands,

Because they are not ruled by fear,

Of what they don’t know,

That want to care,

A trait that can be rare.

So before you sting me with your tongue,

I’m trying to grow but I’m still young,

Before you burn me with that face,

I’m held together now but this weren’t always the case,

Emotions I try to hide

But trust me:

Somewhere deep inside,

The little girl cried.

Trying to thicken my skin…

To stop daggers and poison getting in,

My mind is wired different,

There is no cure,

Sometimes it’s a power,

That’s what I prefer,

I could give you creativity, loyalty, hard work in spades…

When it comes to ignorance, impatience, change –

That’s when I need aid,

I can’t help the way I was made.

So before you sting me with your tongue,

I’m trying to grow but I’m still young,

Before you burn me with that face,

I’m held together now but this weren’t always the case,

Emotions I try to hide

But trust me:

Somewhere deep inside,

The little girl cried.