I walk down the street counting every crack making sure not to step on them

People stare.

I walk into my favorite store counting every item on the wall

People stare.

I can’t hold eye contact but I can hold a conversation,

Touch is weird to me, but I know people love hugs so I get over it even though I cringe at the first sign of touch that I get.

I cover my ears when things get too loud around me

People stare.

I’m always smelling the air for different scents and even new ones I have not smelt yet

People stare.

I start to shake from all the people staring at me

Which makes me think even more people are staring at me than there already are.

Suddenly,

I feel enclosed

I feel as if people are huddling around me in a circle cutting off my breathing

I cry which makes people stare again.

People don’t understand me

I want them to

No 

Reality, keep within reality

We dream for something to happen that is out of our reach, we WANT to be heard.