autistic puppet

A Poem by mae

what it feels like to grow up on the autism spectrum

emotions like strings

they control me

console me

limbs connected barely

so little they're flailing

and failing

who stands holding these woods

unbeknownst to the world

who stands running free

puppeteering this girl

untrustworthy untrue

borderline crazy

a marionette

with autism's safety

© 2025 mae

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Added on February 4, 2025
Last Updated on February 4, 2025

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mae

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hello, my name is mae. I have been writing poetry for about 3 years now and am constantly looking for new ways to improve. friending works two ways. if I review your poems, I expect you to do the s.. more..