Autism

It was told that I am a special child Who exists in a world no one can come So in my place I can be wild or mild Without caring for protest raised by some. I am all alone in this little space That I wanted something to be with me Not a living thing but a thing I paced Or thoughts of candid moments it can be. I'll be the player of unscripted scenes An unaware picture of awareness That people may observe as I am seen The lessons behind doing things careless. Maybe at some point I am here for good In this section where the master is mood.