Poem about the condition

It's not a disease.

And it is a disease.

You don't die from that disease.

And you're not even quite alive.

You live,

but not this ordinary life.

You live your life.

An imaginary world.

Better say, you live state.

A condition.

The condition in which only you are there.

A state where hardly anyone understands you.

Maybe no one.

When you scream,

they run away from you.

They think you are not normal.

And that's just how you manifest your state.

Current situation.

There is a high-functioning.

You are so aware of that condition.

You control it well.

You talk about it.

About parallel life.

It's called autism.

And it just wants you to understand it.

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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