I stand all alone in this empty world of mine,
no comprehension of words just sign,
these subliminal messages my environment creates,
the anxiety caused by others I just can't take,
people pointing and poking as they laugh taking the mick,
have I mentioned my anxiety it's making me sick,
I don't understand most symbols or sounds,
people don't get it, they think I’m acting the clown,
I don't like to be touched or in a crowded space,
this causes me anxiety and my heart to race,
my behaviours are inappropriate which others can't understand,
I really do feel I’m from another land,
you try to talk to me but I don't relate,
to me it's normal to be in this state,
I have involuntary hand flapping and I self harm,
doesn't everyone flap and have scars on their palms,
people look at me funny like I’m a big wean,
their faces all contorted and wincing, I feel no pain,
people talk about me like I’m really not there,
don't they know I’m a person it's just so not fair.


By: Allan Roy 2004