Poem For My Family. I'm sorry you have to put up with my Aspergers Syndrome and Anger.

You don't see my true anger,

And it always gets worse,

There is a reason I refer to it as a curse.

Don't try and tell me off; I already know it,

I'm the one in the wrong,

But I might never show it.

It always creeps up on me,

So quick and so bright,

Except this time I'm not the one in the right,

Go on, leave me,

See if I care,

Anger isn't the only thing to leave me soul bare.

Sometimes I wish I could look at your face,

And not see the wariness staring at space.

I'm a bad person,

Yeah, I know that.

So run away now,

And don't ever look back.

I love you.