One In A Few

• Alisa Shutsikarindorn, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

I started to question “Why wasn’t I like other girls?”
Why am I incomparable, what’s the commencement of my problems?
Why couldn’t I be idling around, mesmerised by how a dress twirls
Or to no longer be labelled as ‘the girl with autism’

Contamination or constrain,
Is incomparable to the amount of agony,
Felt with solitude, seclusion and isolation,
When your childhood is shrouded in travesty

Don’t observe my hands as not functioning, my mouth not talking
Don’t take distinctiveness as perplexing, my breakdown as defeat
See alternatively, the sentimental light in my eyes glistening
See my mind thinking and hear the sound of my heart beat

Amusement aren’t always laughable, mournful aren’t always upset
Roses aren’t unceasingly red, violets aren’t particularly blue,
But now, people judge too quickly, and our feelings they forget
But now I know, I’m special. I’m one in a few