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The Autistic Child
In my box I'm happy,
don't touch me,
leave me alone,
let me be me.
The one who smells like flowers,
the one they call Mummy,
water comes out of her eyes,
because I won't let her cuddle me.
Today is the day they call Friday,
sausages, chips and beans for tea.
Don't let the sausages touch the beans,
or I'll get upset and slap my head.
The light in the sky has moved again,
I must have it now,
Mummy give it to me.
Rocking back and forth in my chair,
twiddling the string,
I'm happy again.
Mummy wants the red shirt,
she says that it's dirty.
I only like the red one,
don't make me wear blue,
I need the red.
In my box I'm happy,
In my box I'm free.
Nothing here can harm me,
here I can be me.
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