I feel the vibration on the tingleing sash.

Cold air swirls through the gap in the seal,

causeing the rubber to sing at a pitch that is real.

I look out of the window, at the patterns of the street,

twenty four windows, one hundred steps by the size of my feet.

Fifteen gateposts, standing in a line,

houses alined with white mortar and red square tiles.

The sound of mum calling, draws me back in,

back to the haven of my safe place, the room I thrive in.

She knocks as she enters, scanning the room she detests,

" I really need to clean this. " she sighs, looking at the mess.

This is my order, my calm in the storm,

every item transparent as if it sat there forlorn.

"Leave it " I whisper, inside I feel slate,

brittle and sharp, determined to break.

"It's time to go out " she say's as she wanders away,

my carers arrived, it's get my coat day..

voices echo, in sounds that are shrill,

every word grates like the sound of a drill.

" how've you bin mate ? " you ask with a friendly smile,

I look at you baffled, your words alien, your face agile.

The bins in the corner filled up with trash,

your question and face do nothing but clash.

Checking my pockets, my special things are intact,

an elastic band, mirror, a shiny penny and a sweet that's still wrapped.

The road it is bumpy, as the scenery passes,

the airvent distracts me from light dapples and slashes.

The engines a monotone,your face is a blur,

your words don't relate to your sighs, making my head hurt.

The shop as we enter is busy and bright,

lights buzz in a tone making every muscle clench tight.

The music is blareing, a repetative tone,

the people all talking, a permanent drone.

As I pass through the masses my nose it does twitch,

that lady smells of a dog, he smells like a ditch ....

the aroma of comfort in various scents, offers no comfort at all,

the sensory overload is enough to drive me up the wall.

One hand in my pocket, I feel my safe penny,

I stop at the display of cd's, of which there are many.

Reading the covers to check what I know,

I sort them in order until you say " hey mate ! it's time to go ".

I ignore your request, i'm not ready to leave,

I'm in my happy place reading the sleeves.

people are passing, giving me a wide berth,

furtively glancing as i'm happy in my work.

" It's time to go mate ! you whisper in my ear,

" get yourself into gear ".

The lights they are humming, the music is drumming,

the people are watching and more are still coming.

I stop and look around, I watch you watching, not making a sound.

I wonder what your looking at, so curiously intent,

I'm really not that different, there's no offence meant.

I see the world through different eyes,

In my world there are no lies......

I see the world through different eyes,

And your world does not match.....it lies !!!!!!!!!!!