That last piece
Fighting a hundred battles, every damn single day
unable to help myself, with no one around who can aid.
Battling these invisible demons, but falling down each time
wondering how others can cope like this, or appear completely fine.
Twenty-Four years pass on and on, before they catch the cause
but it turns out that I'm not at fault, for all of my many flaws.
Today my struggles are validated, as i become diagnosed at last
When the words were uttered to me, my heart sped up quite fast.
This day i learned i am autistic, but its not really all that bad
There's many awesome things that stem from it, like all of the creativity that ive had.
From this day i vow to be kinder to my mind, rather than beating myself up some more
Perhaps now i can be content again, a feeling i have never truly felt before.