Does this belong here? I would assume so...
Ok, bit of explanation, first, I wrote this piece of probably-bad free verse at about 2 AM after talking to my parents (I'm 18, at my first year of college, most of the stuff in the poem refers to stuff before I left) which mostly involved their asking "are you making friends?" "do you need me to send you clothes you didn't bring?" have you gone to any parties?" etc. after the pissed-off had mostly worn off and I was just irritated and depressed. BTW, pay attention to the caps. They mean things.
Letter to NT Parents
Dear Mom and Dad
I know what you want
You want me to be...
A girly-girl
Who wears pink fluff
And coos over hotties
Who has five million friends
Who all do just the same
Who says "like like"
And goes to slumber parties
Where fifty girls stay up all night
Giggling;
And playing Truth or Dare
Who spends an hour on her hair
And puts on makeup every day
With dates
And parties
And cliques
And all that other crap
That everyone does
And everyone says
And everyone thinks
And everyone knows
And everyone wants
You want me to be...
Normal.
Tough.
That is not me.
It never was.
I don't do that
I don't say that
I don't think that
I know everything but that
And I've never wanted that.
Mom, Dad,
I'm a weird nerd.
Deal.
I don't give a flyin'
What They think
What They say
How They dress
Or how They act
I couldn't care less
About my image
Or reputation
What it Looks Like
Or what's In
I'm floored
By the idiocy
Of fashion
And trends
Cliques, pink fluff
And Truth or Dare
It doesn't bother me
If I look like "a scruffy twelve-year-old"
Or if They think I'm Weird.
I am.
Weird.
That's OK.
The few friends I have
Are not my age
(you know this
You hate it
You cannot change it)
They're Weird too.
They wouldn't be my friends
If they were Normal;
If they were Them
I'd rather read than talk
Except sometimes to them
You do things
I don't understand
And we do things
You will never understand
Mom, Dad,
I don't live in your world
And I don't want to.
I lied, you know,
On that test
At the headshrinker's office
After my teachers
Scathingly told you the truth.
I had to.
I don't want Charm School
I don't want therapy
I don't want the connotations
Of Syndrome
Not when already
You condescend to me
And you shelter me
More and more
If I have a Syndrome
You will treat me as a child
More than you do already
"Donkeys on the grill" we said
In jest
You wouldn't get it
I know
You never get my jokes
But this is ASinine
Why Syndrome?
What is Wrong with me?
I am what I am.
Why
Do you make me
Lie to you?
I wouldn't, you know
If I could trust you
But I can't
You want me Fixed
Even unstamped
What would you do
If I let them stamp me?
Don't you see
The problem comes
from fixing what ain't broke
You drive me
Away
To what you call my Lair
The tower-room whose door
You forbid me to lock
But I disobey
Sometimes I call
My Weird friends
More often I read
You think I read too much
Or I play Game Boy
Yes, even when I have no "screen time"
I cannot talk to you
About anything
You never hear me
Maybe
I do not hear you either
I don't know
But I do know
I will never give
This letter to the addressee
You would not hear it
If I screamed it
Would not see it
Were it written in flames
But if I am wrong
Then let me live
Let me finish growing up
As me
As Nerd, Geek
Weirdo, Eccentric
And yes,
Though I've learned not to say it
To you
Even...
Aspie
13 Nov 2006, 3:49 am
