Born Different

Lying here, lying back;
Feet in air, staring at the ceiling.

I feel raw, jagged, imperfect. The stares;
Full of pity. Pity, yet kindness, shown only by A mother's love.

Oh how I wish, for the barriers between us to break;
Oh how I wish , for the glass wall that divides us;
To shatter, and fragment into nothingness;
Oh how I wish to stand alone, and walk among you as beings of the same level.

Oh how I wish, I wish. But the life I live, God, It was a cruel "gift" to give.

I felt inspired to write this poem for a family whom my family has been friends with for a while. They have 1 normal, 2 Autistic and 1 Asbergic child. I feel very strongly about diseases like this, and I think it's important people are aware how lucky they are to be able to live without a disease like this.