Creep
It crept up on you,
Before you ever even knew,
You cannot see it,
It doesn’t speak,
But it sees you,
It chose you,
And now it controls you.
Soon you should feel it,
Your head feels askew,
Others around you,
Notice it too,
It’s broadcast through your eyes,
Your smile,
Your gait,
It’s vile,
It will consume you, just you wait.
It will affect you in ways you cannot imagine,
It broke that too,
Eating away through your brain,
Your bones,
Prickling your skin,
As it sits atop its throne.
Can’t you sense it,
The spectrum of dark,
You cannot smell it,
Taste it,
See it,
Hear it,
Touch it,
But it’s using you,
And it’s affecting these senses too.
What are you going to do,
You cannot bury it,
Remove it,
Exorcise it,
Tell it to shoo,
No pill will cure it,
No one will catch it,
It is a parasite,
And its host is you.
It’s psychosomatic,
Autocratic,
Electrostatic,
Unempathetic,
Intergalactic,
Telepathic,
It travelled the universe,
Till it found you,
It uses your thoughts,
And it turns them against you.
Its name does not matter,
It is not you,
Live on without it,
Best it,
Destroy it,
Contain it,
Accept it,
That’s my advice,
It chose me too.
Is this an accurate representation of what it's like to be on the spectrum? This is how I see it anyway...
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