Unveiling the Invisible Struggles: Navigating Life on the Autism Spectrum

Invisible I feel, though my heart's aching sore,

A mask on my face, my struggles at the core,

Professionals nod, but their insight feels thin,

Invisible I remain, trapped within my skin.

Autism's broad spectrum, they're quick to declare,

Yet belittling battles I constantly bear,

The pain that's so real, they fail to perceive,

Lost in my world, it's so hard to believe.

I lay out my truth, my vulnerabilities shown,

But age is a barrier, my identity unknown,

They praise my composure, my emotions in check,

Yet my cries go unheard, like a shipwrecked speck.

Would a man's strong voice break through this veil?

Or would I still be unseen, lost in this trail?

Aware I'm not cured, but I seek understanding,

My words fall like leaves, quietly landing.

In a universe where empathy's often amiss,

I remain in the shadows, trapped in this abyss,

A plea for connection, for someone to see,

In this vast expanse, I long to be free.

So let my words echo, a whisper, a plea,

For empathy, kindness, and insight to see,

To break down the barriers that invisibility builds,

And foster a world where all hearts can be filled.