Life viewed through the eyes of a person with Aspergers Autism. |
Crowded rooms, professors and students passing by Running and shouting loudly to friends They brush me, bump me, touch me, too. They talk and talk all the time! Why can’t they leave me alone? I step outside into blinding light, Flinching as pain assails me. The students all hustle by, questioning me. No I’m not fine, but I don’t tell them that. Why can’t they leave me alone? Itchy fabrics, uncomfortable clothes, With flowing skirts, flapping against my legs. Textures always grating against my skin. Why can’t I wear what I want to? Why can’t they leave me alone? No, I won’t eat what’s on the plate! It doesn’t feel right to me. That’s like fire, and that is icy! They snap and growl for me to eat. Why can’t they leave me alone? More talking, more people! That’s quite enough! It’s much too loud in here! Incessant talking and buzzing lights! I don’t want to stay! I wanna go home! Why can’t they leave me alone?! Cover my ears, bite my lip Rock back and forth to soothe Eyes close tight then a sudden touch. A hand covers mine and up I look and see A promise to be left alone! Silence, peace, and tranquility Just me and my thoughts right now I am home and in my room, surrounded by all I love. I can do what I want and love it, too. They finally leave me alone. My interest blocks out the noise That the rest of the house makes I am absorbed in this writing Making new places where there are Places everywhere to be alone. |