Autistic

Looking through a pane of glass,

at the world rushing past,

the loud noise penetrates,

not even bothering to knock on the gate,

an impostor on the planet this large,

feeling like I’ve come from Mars,

as we go through each day,

we try to find a way,

to fit in the crowd more carefully,

and lose ourselves in the sea,

of the alien world that we see.

trying to simply be,

within the world today,

we are not like you,

yet we are sociable to,

as we go through the ruckus,

we find the power within us,

I am willing to risk it,

I am willing to say I’m  Autistic,