They stare
Laughing as I pass
There goes the freak
My eyes are wet
The rage kicks in
Was it my choice?
Yes I’m bipolar.
Yes I’m different.
Yes I’m autistic.
Was it my choice?
And you oh! Perfect
Are you better than me?
Are you more human?
Are you more perfect?
Sometimes
I wish you experience
Perhaps bare a child
Like me
But
I wish you the best
For I forgive you.
Was it my choice?
It’s my life though
But thankfully
We have
The same creator.
