Sometimes I Feel Like Pinocchio

Sometimes I feel like Pinocchio
I want to be a real person
But what I am is autistic

But I’m not made of wood,
No nose that grows.
What I’m made of is good
But it oft seems no one knows

I want to be seen in the light
For all of who really is me
Instead of crying all night
Wishing I knew how to be

My heart lives to love and to care
My soul searches only for good
There’s so much good inside there
If I could only reflect that how I should

Sometimes I feel like Pinocchio
I want to be a real person
But what I am is me

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