about an auttistic boy

I feel therfore I am...


Soft sounds are loud disturbing noises,
the touches are like thorns,
sun light teases me in different forms,

I run and walk on my toes,
I mumble and fumble with words
but cannot express my woes,
my body is sore, my hands tingle
am unable to mingle and do chores,

Who are you I don,t know,
It's not that I don,t care
if you call me weird that would be unfair,
I feel the bliss and gloom together,
oblivius to the ordinariness of life
I don,t care about the moon as long as I have my spoon!

Don,t tell me to clap,jump and sit down when you want
coz hey guys I simply can,t,
but do not fret or feel sad for me,

I may not be there with you all the time,
but taking me for less sure feels like a crime,
you go figure what I cannot do or what I can,
but I know one thing....
I feel therfore I am