Autism the poem

Parasited

Theme: autism

I am fed to breathe
starved of life
Leashed, leached, parasited
Paraded through rooms of eyes

You take a mint and cough
Hazing whom you like
Infecting, inviting, investing
The eyes pop on too bright

You boast you're such a giver
Misdeliver of my trite

At home
You give me food and throw me to bed
Calling to the crowds you tucked me "goodnight"
As if we nestled unlike two needles ebbed

I'm stupid you declare with pride to the masses.
Sand must fill my head.
I was born different.
You said.
The eyes scream you are magnificent.
Charitable, considerate.

I wait til home to add on "more corrupt than death."