They're just black and white
Letters and words
1's and 0's of code

Some are my own
Some I helped
While others I find

I reflect on these
Imaging a world
Different then my own

Such a strange thing indeed
To long for a sensation
That I have never felt

Why am I different?
Why am I strange?

What is simple for others
I struggle with understanding

What is easy for me
Others find difficult

Simple tasks
That are habits for some

I have yet to make stick
Despite me trying

Why am I different?
Why am I not normal
Like the rest?

One may get none
One may get one
One may get two
Why did I get three

From none to three
Is quite a feet indeed
Many get two or more
When choice is a thing

So how did I get three
On accident

It would be silent where I am
But counties over would wail
Tear shed for a life so young

They would ship me off
To a place I hate
And have me sit and wait

Through my books they would search
Finding the words
I hold close

Fully understanding the mind I had
Finally seeing the life I had

My letters
Sealed with wax
The book with gold

Words of person
Who knew too much
And said too little

I tried to walk away
and not cause a scene
but I was pulled back
and asked for my side

Now a simple report
has gone further then I imagined
Did I really do the right thing
or make a mess of everything?

How far do you climb
to get answers
when you know something isn't right?