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.