Asperger’s: My Life
Why Mom? Why Dad?
I do not understand
I want them to like me,
But I make them glaring mad.
Why Man? Why Friend?
I do not understand
Your broken messages,
That I cannot mend
Why Work? Why School?
I do not understand
Why you make me feel useless,
As a criminal is cruel
Adrian Please!
You have to understand
God gave you a gift,
And you have to strut it with ease
I am living
And I finally understand
God chose me,
As his bright, silver lining.
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