Living as one to think,

differently than others can,

instead of a rink,

I see sand,

As others smirk and jeer,

everything so near,

feels so far away,

every hour of every day,

I just can’t seem to tell,

others how I fell,

off the ladder that they climb,

for eternity for all time,

as those who I see,

are as the changing waters of the sea,

those who are friends to us,

will always have our trust,

though different things make us stick,

I am proud to be Autistic.