something inside me
not love,
not guilt
not even guilt in top hat and tails

i am the victim…
but of course that is not true
the aggressor that becomes the confessor
and dismissed the truth

Take Me To Pieces if anyone wants to take me to pieces be prepared to fight for every piece do … More

if only…
it’s only a phrase
designed to haunt

you claim that i must have autism
yet,
you cannot explain,
why that prevents you from loving me

when asked to deliver
you stood there,
and all you could do was shiver

who are you
and do electronic mirrors –
really reflect who you are

and the bandwagon starts to roll
this, lazy ill fed ignorance
the one of labels that takes a personal toll