I am different And have always been Right from the age of four Whether it be my fascination for trains And cement mixers, for some reason Or my peculiar fear of water Or my obsession with the number of pages in a newspaper And last but not the least Playing cricket with myself
I am different And have always been I can't make small talk to save my life Social cues are like Greek and Latin to me I understand sarcasm As much as Voldemort understands love I keep fiddling with my things Pens, papers, clothes, hair etc. My room is as organised As a typical bachelor's den is And the list goes on and on
I am different And have always been Earlier, this always used to bother me And make me feel inferior Especially when people advised me To improve my verbal communication skills And body language However, I have realised now That they could not have been more wrong Because I am autistic And autism is not something that can be cured Rather, it has to be managed And thanks to therapy I have been managing reasonably well For the last five years or so Let me repeat I am different And have always been If you have a problem with that You are welcome to leave
Poem about my being different because of my Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism. There is a Harry Potter reference.