Why is it that I don’t understand
What is supposed to go hand-in-hand?
Expressions and emotions supposedly simple
Has my mind racing for answers around a spindle.
Why is it that I don’t know how
To express how I am feeling now?
When I myself am having trouble with this
To a point where I know something is amiss.
Why is it that I cannot fathom
My daily routine changing at random?
Every action has its place
Assigned to its own specific time space.
Why is it that my interest peaks
Only while engaging in certain activities?
The only time life makes sense at all
Is when my favourite subject is on call.
Why is it that I get upset
And feel like you are making a threat?
Asking me to complete a task
Will get my temper raging very fast!
Why is it that I prefer
My own company than a social blur?
Friends may fill you with fantasy
Yet I find comfort in my own reality.
Why is it that what you say
Sounds like somewhat of a cliché?
Words spoken are meant with meaning
Yet I feel I have missed the literal screening.
Why is it that with autism
I feel like I am looking through a prism.
What you take for granted
A budding rose peculiarly planted.