I know it sounds So utterly dull And strange to Some of you But here is A description Of me Like you asked
I am a child born as snow fell On the day David Bowie died (Technically a few years before that) A little late But still good I was as quiet as a mouse I never cried or complained
But when I got older Things changed I didn’t act like other children I wore brown each day Which turned to purple And now it is shades of Blue, black and grey Things were confusing And a woman kept seeing me In my home Asking me questions And showing me videos and pictures Of a million different emotions On a million different faces And I mostly stayed alone In the playground
I then researched myself I found out what I have It’s a little something That makes me a little mad But not bad I don’t understand different emotions I know what happy is I know what sad is But people don’t show their emotions truthfully And I can’t understand it I hate it when people talk LOUDLY AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS I don’t like trying new foods I don’t like being touched that much Unless I know the person And processing information Is a little hard
But I have a few abilities So I’m not a disability I see patterns everywhere I remember random facts I see the trees and not the forest I am emotive and mostly understanding And of course I write my dreams My thoughts My opinions My life Through poems And questions And the nice thing is No one minds No one cares They don’t mind that I am me They don’t care how I do things
if you see any song lyrics that I am referencing or any other references, let me know!