Autism

No Filter,

Through his skin he pulls the world in.

It's pleasure, it's pain, it all feels same.

It's chaos, it's calm, his hearts on his arm.

The pressure, his breath, it crushes his chest.

He is moved to the core, he shudders some more.

His hair stands on end as time and space bend,

He repeats and he counts, he whispers and shouts,

He begs for mundane but his brain's not the same,

It’s brilliant, intense, it makes to much sense.

It tells him lies and makes him cry, torments his logic and muddies the sky.

The water's feels hot, although it is cold, his body reels back, won't do what it's told. Meltdown, Goosebumps. Nothing is right, it's never just right, it is never just right.

Day after day he runs the same loop, escaping a vulture that's not there to swoop,

No reassurance can wash off the fear, words are just bells that ring in his ear.

He wants to be held, if it's that kind of day, though most of the days he runs away.

Most of the days he runs away.