Who am I?

Well, I don’t know

Quite how to answer that question

When I haven’t even become

Who I am supposed to be yet.

Who am I?

I am the person in the back

You know nothing about.

That kid who likes to keep to themself

Because no body wanted

To get to know this me

For the longest time

So I learned how to be shy.

Who am I?

I am the person you don’t know

Has super powers.

I can see the finest of details

Hear the most silent of sounds

And know the weirdest of facts

You ever did know.

Maybe you say autism is a disability

But I say it’s my super-ability.

Who am I?

I am the person you always underestimated.

The kid who youd never believed

Could hit a home run

Or outsmart every puzzle, riddle, or rhyme

And find any loophole

No matter the size.

Who am I?

I am the person who draws for survival

Who’s emotions explode through a paper and pencil

And who always has a vision,

An endless stream of creativity and intuition.

Who am I?

I am the person who always got bullied

Who never caught a break

Not at school or at home.

So I learned how to live

In a hostile environment.

I learned how to thrive

How to thicken my skin

And stand up and win.

Who am I?

I am a growing mess of stress and love and joy.

I am a creative soul who loves to employ

The oddest of strategies all throughout life.

I am a person who has a soul that feels timid

But a heart thats brave to the bone.

I am a person who is trying my best

To live life to the fullest

Without any regrets.