A poem about my frustration and despair with personality tests and types as an autistic person, titled personality test.
Personality test
Dialysis
psychoanalysis
stripped me out of my body
and put me straight back into analysis.
I Improved myself, gave my heart and head just to be misunderstood.
I'd never understood why my life couldn't be the way it could,
if I could speak their language-
and be understood..
As I stood upon a stage, soul and body laid bare,
They tattooed words onto my skin and claimed they were always there.
The work of God is too complex for one to more than try to understand.
You cannot fit into 16 slots, a thousand faceted man.
If together we stand, then I will always fall,
For if to be loved is to be understood,
Then I have never been loved at all.
u/Jazzlike-Drawer6878 — 13 hours ago