A Poem About Autism

Autism

Am I different? Do I seem different to you?

Is it my voice, sometimes lacking in intonation?

Or perhaps my eyes, lacking in gaze?

Does my need for routine unnerve you?

I watch the world. I see the people in it.

Passing through life with all their rules and conventions,

I try to make sense of invisible social interactions.

I am watching, pondering, analysing.

I may speak slowly but my brain moves fast.

I see colours, facets and patterns you wouldn’t even dream of.

My mind is a palace, a prison, a maze and My Fortress.

I am different, but not less.

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