The Holes In My arms
Just because I'm autistic
Doesn't mean I'm not artistic
It just means I've got holes in my arms
No, I don't knowlingly sef-harm
It's just an automatic action
Called a stim
Like rocking
Or talking in circles
It's kind of weird
How I react to stress
Rub the skin off my arm
But I mean no harm
It's how I cope
Someday it gets better
I hope
But for now I live with these holes in my arm
This poem is about:
Me