Autism Poem by Dave Alan Walker

I'm crying I'm trying but the crowds
and the rooms have no faces
just voices and the noises

Jumbled up words
when the teacher is talking
it looks like I'm not listening
but I hear every sound

From a cough to a sneeze
from a scratch to a bang
overload of the brain

My hands and my fingers
will move on their own
I don't even realise
until I get shouted down

I wasn't fidgeting Miss
I think it helps my despair

I'm breaking I'm shaking
I need not be frightened
in a place that should be understanding