JerucaDiaca

Where then, does it hide, Under masks of solitude? They seem transparent. -J.S January 2011

I'm NOT naughty, I'm autistic Asking me to look you in the eye when you talk Is like asking the child in the wheelchair to walk You wouldn't do it so don't tell me To brush my hair or go play PE You get mad when I don't turn in my homework on time But time at home isn't yours it's mine I pay attention in class I pass every exam So what persay am I doing wrong? Why do I get shouted at for staring at walls In lessons if I'm already ahead of them all I don't sleep at night and I play with the lights There are codes on my desk and ladders in my tights I really don't care but you seem to You seem to have issues with everything I do