This is a poem about how I felt before I got my diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome in 2008. I felt that something in my life was missing but didn’t know what or even what I was looking for. This was an intensely confusing time and this poem reflects this.
The dog walks past and does not bark
Silently it walks by
The bird perches but does not sing
It sits in the branch staring
The content cat does not purr
It waits and listens
Something is missing
I am missing something
My sixth sense is overflowing
Overwhelming me with a
Message that the world is
Not as it seems
Not what I hear
Not what I see
Not what I touch
Not what I taste
Not what I smell
Not what I know
Not what I believe
Reality is metaphorical
I am on a stage
With no script
No instruction
No direction
No movement
No action
Interpretation is open and closed
Communication alive and dead
Understanding nothing and everything
Something is missing
And I pick the needle up
The Autistic FellRunner 
Reblogged this on Observations of Life seen through autistic eyes by Andy Smith.
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