My different world

I live in a world of strong senses,
where everyday things feel extreme.
Fluorescent lights flash like disco balls,
whispers turn to loud screams.

Thoughts swirl in twisting patterns:
Complex
Connected
Sometimes too much

Talking: a puzzle with missing pieces
Words mix up, answers hide
My tongue ties in knots
Meaning stays locked inside

Being social: a dance I can’t follow
Steps I try to learn, beats I can’t feel
While others move easily
I stumble and sometimes fall

Feelings come in big waves:
Joy – bright colors bursting
Sadness – deep blue all around
Worry – always humming in the background

Routines keep me steady
Same things make me feel safe
When sudden changes come
I look for a familiar place

My body moves in its own way:
Hands flap – saying things without words
Body rocks – helping me feel calm
Words repeat – like touching a safe stone

When the world gets too loud:
Everything squeezes in
Getting tight
Too much
Too noisy
Too bright
I go inside myself, hiding
Waiting for quiet to come back

But in this different brain of mine
I see things in special ways
Patterns others don’t notice
Small details that catch my eye

My mind: not worse, not better
Just wired in its own way
Moving through life’s maze
On a path that’s all my own

It’s hard
It’s lonely
It’s interesting
It’s me

In this bubble of seeing things differently
I move through the world, with my own view
Not broken, not wrong
Just tuned to a different channel

As I learn more
Bit by bit
Step by step
Slowly but surely
My world grows, reaching new places

This journey – my journey:
Tough but rewarding
Lonely but rich inside
A one-of-a-kind trip through life

I am
who I am
as I am
and that is
enough.