I am beautiful,
But flawed at the same time.
Good with animals,
I have scars that won’t seem to fade,
The tears slowly drip down my face,
I always seem to be making mistakes,
And being criticized,
For being the person I am.
I am tired of feeling lonely,
Where the darkness seems to be my friend,
I am tired of panic attacks,
That try to steal away my breath,
I am tired of anxiety,
That whispers and screams in my head,
I’m tired of the demons,
That have made a home inside my head.
They are there,
To pounce on my mistakes,
To catch me when I’m down,
They whisper I’m not worth it,
They whisper I’m a mistake,
And they silently cheer when I start going under.
I start slipping,
All of my progress seems like nothing,
I feel alone,
I start sinking,
Slowly into the depths.
All the pain that I have experienced,
Seems to never fade,
They are my scars, my battle wounds,
The cracks that remind me,
I am beautiful, yet flawed,
Because I am these things,
I wish the pain would fade away,
I wish the demons would be quiet,
I wish I could be good enough,
Will I ever be?
A poem written by an Autistic individual.