Existing in Reality

“Help?” they ask, “What help do you need?”
Help is rarely given, and so it’s not received
“I’ve never been given help” I say
They frown at me and look away.
“I’ve been told to ‘just get on with it’”
So, I keep it to myself, like a flame that can’t be lit,
But left to my own devices, things I have can worsen.
I’m a special kind of person
But I look normal anyway
I’d like to actually be ‘normal’, if only for a day.
You see, I have special needs and learning difficulties
But they’re hidden, so people can’t see
They think I’m sane, but sometimes, inside, I’m screaming in pain.
I get so lost; I get so confused
But as an adult, I have to make do.
I get down, and I’m harsh on myself
But outside, I don’t frown, my feelings are on a shelf.
I’d like to have some independence
Now wouldn’t that be stupendous?
In reality I struggle to cope
So, I just sit, and I hope.
I’m too stubborn to change and don’t know how to
I know I’m strange, I know that it’s true,
But when you’re like me, you just exist you see?
“Help?” they ask, “What help do you need?”