Autism
Everyday there is something I don't understand
Be it metaphors, jokes or the sarcasm of man
If i'm frustrated I roll around on the grass
It gets rid of the pain from two minutes ago in the past.
People say I'm smart but I don't believe that is true
You're the same as me I just think differently than you.
If you touch me in any way be it hug or high five,
My reaction wil not be good for you or I.
My emotions don't work, like a puzzle piece that doesn't fit.
You can try and call me names but nothing makes me tick.
Talking to other people is like asking you to run
And you're not allowed to stop 'till the morning break of sun.
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