A poem I wrote about Asperger's

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Inwardly sensitive
Outwardly dead
No one sees the real me
She's trapped inside my head

Explaining her through words
One could never comprehend
Distortion occurs from my brain to my lips

Utterances I can't muster flow out into script
Left for those without insight to misinterpret
Inside to outside to inside again
Words flow through my soul to be cast to the wind

My mind is my freedom
All the same my prison
Is it pure hell or an oasis I live in?
I wish someone could break through to my dimension

Solitude, alone, aloof, loner: Division
Freak, outcast, smart-ass: Exclusion
Words come and go
Words ebb and flow
Words cold as ice
Words hot as smoke

Some words are full of wisdom
Some words you let go
I'll find my words someday
When I do the world will know
Until then...

Inwardly sensitive
Outwardly dead
Just another soul locked inside her head.

not bad!

This is very good.

I relate to what you say.

I'm trapped in a same manner.

You express her well.

I like it. Your poem does a good job of describing what it's like to be an aspie.