Crying Autistic

Living in denial
Hating my existence
Unable to accept
The truth and fact
Deep inside me

Autism is the
Label given to me
Coming from my family members
Many time I deny it
Only to surrender and learn to
Embrace autism in my life

Knowing the angst of my pain
But I choose to smile to others
Showing the brighter side of my true self
Wishing to cheers the broken-hearted
Yet others tend to
Break my heart
And
Take advantage
Of my kindness
Only to land myself
Vulnerable
Miserable
Feeling the awful pangs of hurt
From all the
Pre-judgements

When my world is closing
You come into my life with your own agenda
Soothing words to uplift me
Then you hurt me four times
Pushing me forward three step backs
Then pull me backward four step backs
Why are you playing with my innocence?!
Why are you entering into my world?
Giving me FALSE hopes
Only to DASH it!
Enough of your mental game!
Stop!
My Lord sees it and warns me of your cunningness
To PREVENT me from further hurt!
This IS the FENCE of my BOUNDARIES!


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 21 April 2015 at 12am

These are the summary of my experiences birthed in poetry. I thank my Lord and Saviour for the right words to SHOUT it out. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Extreme Trust & Distrust

There exists people belong
To two categories.
Extreme to each category
Very few in-between
Prudent category.
The two categories are

Either

Naive
Trust others too much
Believe others too much
Treat others are nice like themselves
Either being cheated or betrayed
Reveal self too much

Or

Wicked
Distrust others too much
Believe self too much
Treat others are cunning like themselves
Either cheat or betray
Refusing saying too much.

Do you wonder this yourself?


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 8 May 2013 at 11:34pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 9 May 2013 at 1:36am

My mother told me that my dad is a very trusting person whose life and money were sucked by his friends. Then I was inspired with this poetry title and the poetry flowed later on. The book of Proverbs described the contrast between the naive, prudent, and the wicked. As I observe and scrutinize my parents, I realized i have a prudent mother. If not for her, I won’t be able to study in Singapore to get bachelor. Her motto (translated to English) is, “Though not cheating, prevent self from being cheated.” Then I wonder about myself and reflect the above poetry.