The special boy
Why is the world so different for me?
The pain with a touch,
Not wanting to be seen.
They all want to hug,
Why can’t they see?
The pain with a touch just won’t let me be.
I try to be like all kids around,
To run and play and to just be found.
I rock back and forth, it helps me inside.
But deep down, I want to go hide.
I do not understand why it hurts me so
Much to get a kiss from my mom, or a hug from a friend.
I know I am different; we are all not the same. I am autistic.
And I’m not ashamed.