Feedback hurts like a bitch
Feels like criticism every sitch
I want to reshape every condish
I have a plan for every day
I have a hard time when it goes astray
It takes work just to feel ok
I get something set in mind
That no one sees or could believe
Feels like rejection every time
While depression keeps the blinders in front of me
Those you love will hurt you the most
‘Cuz they’re the only ones you ever let close
And ppl screw up when they’re not mindful (when aren’t we mindful?)
Categorize sources of stress
Root cause analyses put to the tests
Not like I know but I could hazard a guess
There are dots I rarely connect
Still more constellations I’ve discovered
But with every trauma that resurrects
It sets me back and it takes effort to recover
A given setback and I start from scratch
Fragmented memory and scattered past
Broken promises are all that last
Autism blues
Autism blues
The ‘Tism blues
