My Shadow

Born with the ailment,

seeking answers,

but no need for treatment

for good manners.

More than quiet,

more than alone,

always on a diet,

always in my own zone.

Behind a looking glass 

I stand and gaze

at people in a mass

with unnoticed amaze. 

Like Einstein or Daryl Hannah

or even Hans Asperger himself,

like an unknown savannah, 

too much information for just one shelf.

It's my shadow wherever I go.

But autism is not my foe. 

For it makes me who I am, 

though it is much like an exam.