On The Spectrum

Sometimes I just wish I was normal, like every one else around. 

    Instead of impossible to understand, always left in the lost and found. 

    Everyone talks in riddles, a secret language that I don't understand. 

    I take words to be literal, and think facts should be on high demand. 

    I assume you ask questions because the answer you want to know.

    My answers are always thought out, factual and it's just natural for honesty to flow.

    I'm not being mean. I'm not being cold. Why do you think my truth is so bold? 

    I care enough to take the time to give you something real, lies would just unfold. 

    If you think that I'm argumentative and difficult it's because you refuse to see. 

    It doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right, it's not a competition to me. 

    What matters to me is knowledge and facts precisely the way they are. 

    I'm either sharing information or trying to understand not arguing by far! 

    If you think that loving me is difficult and understanding me can't be done. 

    Imagine what it's like for me, never understood and never any fun. 

    I'm not the life of the party or the apple of anyone's eye. 

    I'm not the one people run to for a feel good pretty little lie. 

    To be told I'm mean when I'm speaking truth that's not mean or kind, 

    It's confusing and hurtful and I think you're the one who's unkind.

    I don't want to be mean, I don't want to argue, I don't want to be hard to love or cold.

    Sometimes I just wish I was normal instead of always too much of never enough, easier to let go of than hold.

By Simple Sue

From: United States