ASD, bad toddler, homeless teen
Imagine if you can how it must feel
To be trapped amid confusion
Unable to envisage what is right there before you
Communicating so poorly
Some think you a fool
The repercussions of behaviours seen as aggressive
Blind to consequence, you try hard to be passive
They don't understand
They treat you as bad
Bewildered, unfiltered ideas flow through your head
They say that it is a spectrum
They say you're disabled
But what hope have they brought
To you to your table
'Modify your anger
Don't behave in that way'
The invisible disability
That will never go away
He can count to one trillion
Using prime numbers
The colour of tractors
Sold in their hundreds
The histories of warfare
The history of nations
When does the 440 arrive at the station
He won't ever tell you right to your face how he thinks you are feeling
By the look on your face
Oblivious too the nuances of politeness and grace
Seen as inappropriate
No matter what he says
Expressions are laced
With cues and connections
That attempt to link up
He will simply never make
A parent may tell you that he is evil or violent
Any positives are returned hidden by failures
"I only asked him to tell me how he was feeling and told him off
For today's troubled dealings"
He doesn't recall who caused it to happen
He has no remorse when he didn't act on it
Tell him repeatedly
It won't make any difference
Frustration will build
He'll smash and he'll break
Parents and carers looking for answers
Guilt holds them prisoner
Deaf to the answers
But they won't fight for release
Despite all the rhetoric
Information passed freely
Its hard to move away from
The bad boy their seeing
ASD no excuse
He doesn't have to do
The things that he does
He shouted at mother
He struck out at his father
The teachers have said
They want to disown him!
Inside he weeps
Within the turmoil of growing
How can they love me
When they accuse me of lying
They said that they'd keep me close to their hearts
Connections and impulses
The complicated network
Dorsal stream blindness
A squint I am wearing
How can I cope
Without feeling low
Now I am older
My mums told me to go.
To be trapped amid confusion
Unable to envisage what is right there before you
Communicating so poorly
Some think you a fool
The repercussions of behaviours seen as aggressive
Blind to consequence, you try hard to be passive
They don't understand
They treat you as bad
Bewildered, unfiltered ideas flow through your head
They say that it is a spectrum
They say you're disabled
But what hope have they brought
To you to your table
'Modify your anger
Don't behave in that way'
The invisible disability
That will never go away
He can count to one trillion
Using prime numbers
The colour of tractors
Sold in their hundreds
The histories of warfare
The history of nations
When does the 440 arrive at the station
He won't ever tell you right to your face how he thinks you are feeling
By the look on your face
Oblivious too the nuances of politeness and grace
Seen as inappropriate
No matter what he says
Expressions are laced
With cues and connections
That attempt to link up
He will simply never make
A parent may tell you that he is evil or violent
Any positives are returned hidden by failures
"I only asked him to tell me how he was feeling and told him off
For today's troubled dealings"
He doesn't recall who caused it to happen
He has no remorse when he didn't act on it
Tell him repeatedly
It won't make any difference
Frustration will build
He'll smash and he'll break
Parents and carers looking for answers
Guilt holds them prisoner
Deaf to the answers
But they won't fight for release
Despite all the rhetoric
Information passed freely
Its hard to move away from
The bad boy their seeing
ASD no excuse
He doesn't have to do
The things that he does
He shouted at mother
He struck out at his father
The teachers have said
They want to disown him!
Inside he weeps
Within the turmoil of growing
How can they love me
When they accuse me of lying
They said that they'd keep me close to their hearts
Connections and impulses
The complicated network
Dorsal stream blindness
A squint I am wearing
How can I cope
Without feeling low
Now I am older
My mums told me to go.
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