Room To Breath

Wed, 11/30/2016 - 21:39 -- Chez

I am surrounded by noises,
And my head is spinning around.
Stop making that noise.
Stop making that sound.


I can't even think,
Because the room is too wild.
I need to make an escape,
And I need to make it now.


I'm sorry I have to leave,
But I cannot be here right now.
I promise to come back later
When there is not a crowd


It's all just too much,
With my senses screaming at me.
I will be okay
If you just give me room to breath.


This poem is about: 



Asperger's Syndrome and crowds really don't mix.

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