Pretending my whole life,
to be someone else,
I'm this person,
this person,
and this person,
but I don't know which one I am,
they all seem the same,
but at the same time very different,
you have to look closely,
to realise they're not all actually identical.I don't know how it started,
I guess I masked more than average,
but there were still visible traits,
that others expected me to hide away,
school and family,
making me feel like the true me wasn't ok,
I don't even know what I was truly like,
since that's all the things the made up version of me liked.I feel it's too late,
I'm already 19 years old,
I wasted so much time being someone else,
now it's likely no one will believe me,
since I'm undiagnosed,
I know I don't fit anywhere,
I'm an outsider to autistics and non-autistics,
self diagnosis is hated a lot,
I wished it could just be an official one,
or that labels weren't needed so much for others to believe you.I'm so tired,
of not knowing who I am,
I can't really make friends,
since if I don't know myself,
what is there to talk about,
I'm so scared,
I feel like I'm stuck,
I know the real me,
the true me is in there somewhere,
they're just locked away.I don't know how to get them out,
to be my true self,
to unlock what I hidden away,
it's been so many years of hiding,
I don't want that side of me to get hurt by the world,
I can't stim freely,
I feel self conscious every time I do,
anything I do that is the true part of me,
makes me feel ashamed.Sometimes I want to run away from myself,
but maybe that's the hidden part of me,
they want to escape and get out,
I kept them away from the world for so long,
that it's hard to know that version of me is ok.I don't know if anyone believes me,
that I'm actually autistic,
they met my masked version,
not the real version,
I don't think I seem autistic at all,
I'm not the stereotypical version I don't think,
but I don't know until I learn to unmask completely.I know I would be happier,
when I discover myself more,
I no longer want to be a stranger to myself.
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Hidden behind the mask
PoetryThis is a poem book about how it feels to be a female going undiagnosed for autism. This is just to help me cope and to help those who are undiagnosed, misdiagnosed or late diagnosed feel less alone. Contains mentions of depression, anxiety, meltdow...