Asperger's Syndrome
My endless journey through my mind,
may be the end of all mankind,
for trying to confine this epic mess,
is not a skill I can possess,
people run,
people stray,
apologies seem to dismay,
What have I done wrong?
the children claim I don't belong,
What will my words incite?
could it be that they will spite?
maybe I'm just too uptight.
My obsessions are often strange,
and dates and times must be arranged,
if not I'm afraid I will decline,
it's something I cannot define.
love for humans isn't easy,
especially for those whose social skills are sleazy,
realization is the key,
live your life with hope and glee.
the journey may be tough, I knew,
these awkward traits I must subdue,
hope is still here for me,
that is one thing I can guarantee.
Written by me!