These noises are filling my head,
with only pain and agony.
Masking has only become a little game for me,
where you have to pretend to be normal.
But what is normal?
Yeah, I’m different I know that, I experience that.
But ain’t we all?
Whether it’s the inside or outside,
we are all different.

My Autism shows a different part of me,
a part of me that can be bullied and discriminated against.
My Autism means that I don’t get jokes, or sarcasm.
My Autism means that I have strong senses, unlike you,
I find loud noises, bright lights, strong smells; painful.

I know I’m not normal, and that’s fine
because you’re not normal either,
so don’t act like you’re so perfect ’cause you’re not.
You’re weird too, you’re strange too, probably seem outside the box.
I’m inside the box, and that’s fine by me.

Being autistic means that I’m different,
but that’s fine.
Because I know that I’m always gonna see the world differently.