Autistic

You may not understand me or the things I do, and you may not understand why I don't look at you. You keep telling me I'm playing with my toys wrong, and you don't know why I only sing one song. You want me to go out and play with the other boys, but it scares me when they make that loud noise. You don't understand why I am different from the rest, but everyday for me is another test. I'm sorry my hand doesn't work that way, you'll get how special I am one day. My brain is different in the way I think, but my ship isn't going to sink. Even though I'm different, I can still cry, so it hurts when you ask god why? You just need to pay a little more attention to this little boy playing in his own dimension.