Aspergers and I

A different take on autism

On the outside I present a normal face; voice and body.

In the insides of my fractured mind; I am blind 

Deaf

And unable to read other’s outward façade. 

Yet I can hear and see reality but warped. 

 

My eyes tell all; they are the blue windows to my soul 

That burns with the intensity of a thousand fires.

I have a voice that others can’t interpret

In a language only, I can express.

 

 

Senses turned up to full volume give the world no filter.

I am overwhelmed in a glass cage I can’t escape from.

 

My mood fluctuates with accordance to my million miles an hour 

Train of thought.

 

However, I am aware of other’s passing by.

The love

Hate 

And judgment I receive. Maybe earned or not.

 

I am not defined by labels or stereotypes

Just my name