Reality

I don’t want to see reality

With friends I am frequently curt

I attack before others attack me

For accepting real knowledge will hurt.

I don’t think that I am autistic

 I love to have an excuse.

I blame what goes wrong on my family

I’m causing the others distress.

I’m afraid that I will be defenceless 

like a snail that has broken its shell.

Someone will tread on me, crush me 

I am afraid of my tenper as well

I can’t see all of reality

The pain is so hard to relate

I shall see a bit more if you help me

Because that real knowledge does hurt