I Am Aware (An ode to Autism)

If he is annoyed,

By things around him,

If he can't express,

His happiness, his grim.

If he walks around,

With a blank expression on his face,

If he is not a part of,

This world's rabbit race.

If he can't speak,

Like the people of his age,

One moment he is quiet,

Other moment has his rage.

He doesn't like to be held,

He seems confused,

There's a constant battle within him,

And he just can't call a truce.

He may come and touch your face,

When he wants you to know,

That he wants you around,

But he just can't say so.

He may throw things,

He may hit himself too,

But that doesn't mean,

He doesn't deserve love like you.

He is a human too,

He just wants some extra care,

So that when he is restless,

You can tell him you're there.

He is a bud blooming slow,

Don't think of him, as a thorn.

As he is a lost soul,

Finding his way back home.