Aspies For Freedom

here's some poems I wrote a long time ago. Tell me what you think

Untitled     8-30-05

Im so broken, Im so torn
pieces of my shatterd life lay on the floor
Picking up the pieces but don't know where to start
Also wondering how
my life fell apart.
Gasping for air, I fell so deprived.
I feel so decieved, maybe because no ever believe
I wanted to die.
So I started to dissaper.
Now I look at myself in my life
which is like pieces of a shatterd mirror.

I Hate This         9-30-05

I hate this, I hate this, being so confused.
I hate this, I hate this, being badly bruised.
Why does everyone hat me.
Why don't I belong.
It's like looking out the window, seeing them happy all together
but never hearing me bang and cry.
I hate this, I hate this, not able to redeem.
I hate this, I hate this, no one able to hear me scream.
Wishing to be invited
but never to be let in.
Them all having the same perception of me is like magic.
But I don't understand their trick.
I hate this, I hate this, having such a curse.
I hate this, I hate this, how can anything be worse.
Not able to connect like a piece of bad velcro I don't seem to stick.
What the f@#& is wrong with me, why can't I bond.
I'm starting to feel stagment like a lifless pond.
With all my anger and rage i need something to destroy.
In my lonely room I have nothing to rip apart.
So I cut out my heart.
So I can't feel, so I can't hurt.
I hate this, I hate this, feeling so alone.
I hate this, I hate this, Im being turned to stone.

Class Reject         10-12-05

What's it like being the class reject?
It's feeling hot everytime you're called on.
Self consious overwhelms you and you start to choke
All in a split second, but you answer anyways despite the heated stares.
Being the Class reject,
when you come home, you bawl your eyes out
till you practically pass out.
Being the class reject.
Staying hidden in your shell, sadness overwhelms you
while you want to die inside.
Being the class reject,
knowing everyone hates you, no one to turn to, nowhere to go.
Beiing the class reject.
when you talk everyone automatically looks at you like you're insane.
but no one sees the hurt, no one sees the pain.
Being the class reject.
Waking up everymorning with your nose stuffy and red puffy eyes that weep.
Because while you crued you couldn't sleep.Being the class reject.
you're not accepted anywhere, like the word is on your forehead.
not accepted by neighbors, sports teams, even at home.
Because everywhere you go you'll be a reject.
And nothing makes you feel more alone.[/u]

re: poem 1, Ouch. poem 2, Oh My. poem 3, Argh.
you touch nerves, and can turn a phrase deftly, as well.
keep it up.

thanks

Thank you for sharing that, Chris. It is touching. I wish you wouldn't feel like destroying, let alone your heart. Thank you!

Thank you for sharing that, Chris. It is touching. I wish you wouldn't feel like destroying, let alone your heart. Thank you!