In the past I was just an outcast,
in the present, life couldn't be more pleasant.
Where before, life was but a chore,
now it's a pleasure and something I will treasure.
Back then I thought that I was normal,
living in a world that seemed so paranormal.
I felt so lost and always out of place,
like an alien living among the human race.
I wore disguise and put on an act,
only to find I could not make eye contact.
In conversation I would often misconstrue,
because I could not understand a certain social cue.
I kept to myself and lived in my head,
thinking about worlds I would rather live instead.
The best ones seemed to be fictional,
places where I'd be welcome as a non-neurotypical.
Then one day I came to a realization,
I could be myself and still live in civilization.
Why should I act like someone I'm not,
why live as though autism is not something I got?
I'm not normal so why pretend to be,
the blind don't have to act like they can see.
I'm tired of acting and playing a role,
futile as putting a square block through round hole.
To be honest I love being aspie,
fixating on every new interest makes me happy.
If I'm gonna roleplay, act, and pretend,
it'll be with people I would consider my friend.
I'm autistic and naturally artistic,
being a normie would honestly just bore me.
So I'll be myself and you yourself,
none are in the wrong so lets all just get along.