Alone In The Crowd -- For Brett

Alone in the crowd.
A cliché, they say.
For me, it’s my life.
How I live day to day.
In my head are my friends like Thomas and Pooh.
I go to see them when there’s nothing to do.
I know no other way to be
And only I know just what I see.
I’m told I need to be like you.
It’s what everyone does. It’s what I should do.
It’s just to hard. I can’t see it your way.
I’ll tell you my story if I may.
So many things are too loud or too bright.
If I say so myself, I have excellent sight.
My own little world is a comfortable place.
I do everything there at my own pace.
I repeat things I’ve heard from videos and books.
Over and over again until I get looks.
Mom and Dad say, “Use your own words.”
And I think, “These are my own words. Haven‘t you heard?”
Sometimes my Mommy cries for me.
She wants some answers. She wants the key.
If only she knew there is no key.
She has to love me just for me.
She knows where to find me, though it may be loud.
She’ll find me there “ALONE IN THE CROWD“.
- Karen Emigh, Brett’s Mom