My Shadow


Born with the ailment,

seeking answers,

but no need for treatment

for good manners.


More than quiet,

more than alone,

always on a diet,

always in my own zone.


Behind a looking glass 

I stand and gaze

at people in a mass

with unnoticed amaze. 


Like Einstein or Daryl Hannah

or even Hans Asperger himself,

like an unknown savannah, 

too much information for just one shelf.


It's my shadow wherever I go.

But autism is not my foe. 

For it makes me who I am, 

though it is much like an exam.



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