I don’t want your empathy
I don’t need your sympathy
All I want is the space to be me
I certainly don’t need to be judged
Labelled, and pigeon-holed because
I can’t do what you can
I don’t feel the need to
conform to society’s boxes
I let boundaries blur
And distances fade
I don’t have what you do
But that doesn’t make me
Any lesser than you
I may be different
But I am no less
I just see the world
Through different lenses
I get enraptured in the detail
I find beauty in the mundane
I have the power to
Conquer my pain
I love sans conditions
and I give without expecting
I happen to remember
All you forget
I can remember routes
You don’t even know yet
Just because I can’t
Put my emotions in words
Just doesn’t mean I feel
Any less than you
I am not eccentric
I just refuse to walk
The trodden road
And follow your rules
I’d rather weave
A world of my own
And make my own rules
