Autism

I'm miss sensitive and I feel everything. It hurts to feel, I cannot speak, It hurts to be me. If you hug me you will suffocate me, If you dress me I will feel to much and you will cause me much despair, If you speak to me I will ignore you because I am not a social creature, I do not have the words to say I love you either. Finally If I should be injured a never ending flood may come from my eyes I may never stop crying, I may never be yours. If you make any mistakes Me, I will not be yours I will be the disorder that drowns out my words and and robs me of my soul So I will never have control. So I seem wild and some times untameable. You will be sad then and you will care but you will not know what to do. Because I am the sensitive child and autism is me autism