I turn, I look.
I see the figure of a girl.
Is she happy?
Is she sad?
I wonder what she is thinking.
I smile.
The vision reflects
From the mirror in her mind.
She seems to mimic me.
I move closer
Her touch is cold.
A gentle fog forms between us.
Where has she gone?
I feel lost.
Looking closer, searching.
What am I looking for?
A Friend?
Someone who is caring?
Someone who is accepting?
I move away.
The fog slowly clears
I see her again.
I smile.
She smiles back.
I like the girl I see.
Could the girl in the mirror be me?
I stop and stare
She looks back
A small tear falls,
Silently down her cheek.
The girl in the mirror is sad.
She is different
Can they tell?
She wonders what they will think.
Are they accepting?
Will they laugh?
Will they just let her be?
I smile at her.
She smiles back.
I understand how she feels.
Words are confusing,
They make no sense
A world of mismatched emotion.
I look at her, she has gone blank.
Autism, is a world of confusion.
She seems to retreat into her inner most self,
A place that she understands.
A place where colours
Are brighter than light.
Where a pin drop is as loud as a drum
The smell of a rose is so intense,
That she hums and giggles and groans.
Where the light can dance,
On a fleck of dust.
Where she sees the music break free.
A place she feels that nobody knows
Nobody can understand.
The girl is back.
She puts out her hand,
I touch it, she smiles.
She understands that I know what its like
To live in a world so alone.
I take a step back,
And look around
And admire the girl I see.
She will be brilliant,
She will be fine.
The girl in the mirror is me.