Hurt and anger that comes from inside,
Frustration confusion that can’t subside,
Trying to comfort but pushed away
A blank look upon his face.
Our world is so different within his eyes,
Words that are spoken not recognised
People around him are pushed away,
Being alone is part of his day.
Senses much stronger than yours and mine,
From a touch in his hand to hearing a noise.
A taste on his tongue and different smells
Just adds confusion within his world.
Beautiful, big tearless eyes,
Emotionless actions are no surprise,
Obsessional rituals are what keep him safe,
Doing them over and over again…………..