Through Misshapen Eyes

Have you ever experienced a sense of uniqueness? I'm talking about feeling truly distinct, in a way that distinguishes you from nearly everyone you encounter. It's like being a different species, the sole representative of your kind. This is how autism feels to me, at least. It's a profound struggle to engage and connect with others in a coherent manner, not just for those in my surroundings, but also for myself.

"Through Misshapen Eyes" delves into this concept and articulates these feelings.

A Black sheep in a herd of white,

A chandelier that emits no light,

Blemished garments discarded so,

Broken threads with hopes so low.

A cracked lens in a perfect scope,

A knot formed in a brand new rope,

Outcasts, misfits in societal norm,

Can they not see? They are but another form.

Through misshapen eyes do I see the world,

Fragments and fractures, twisted and furled,

A jigsaw piece with forever no place,

A constant companion in the life race.

Is it me that shouldn't be seen?

Do they whisper secretly and scheme?

Walking along the endless empty road,

Carrying the weight of the world's load,

Which way to go? My knowledge does lack,

All directions I look lead to black,

Tired and dazed, I reach up to shout,

The silence bellows for nothing comes out.

I collapse on myself with no more to give,

My final thought, "so, this is to live?"