I hear you and I see you,

But I can't be like you!

I see you playing with your friends.

I hear you laughing about your weekends.

I see you cuddling and high fiving.

I hear you wrestling and play fighting.

These things make me happy.

These things make me smile.

These things make me delighted

… but then I get over excited!

I try to join in, at first it seems easy.

The happiness I feel, is ever so cheesy!

I smile, I laugh. I burst with pride.

I can't help but fill with joy inside!

You see, these feelings never last long.

I learn very quickly that I don't belong.

These feelings soon turn to fear and sadness.

Which appears to you as CHAOS and MADNESS.

My brain tells me I'm cuddling you.

When really, I'm just hurting you.

My brain tells me I'm joining in the fun.

When really, I'm just hurting a loved one.

My brain tells me I'm being a good friend.

When really, I'm just driving you round the bend!

I always think I'm doing it right.

But somehow it always turns into a fight!

I'm used to seeing disappointed faces.

I'm used to messing up in different places .

It doesn't get easier; it doesn't feel nice.

These negative feelings come at a price.

I hate it when I mess up.

I hate it when I make you sad.

I hate it when I do things wrong...

… or when I make you mad.

I'm trying hard to be like you.

I'm trying hard to play games too.

I'm trying hard to fit in to this world.

I'm trying hard, you have my word.

The problem I have, is really simple!

It makes it quite hard for me to mingle.

I try to learn from my mistakes,

But you don't want to wait as long as it takes!

When something goes wrong, it's always me.

It's easy to blame, or point and agree.

I lose my voice in times like these,

I sometimes feel like I have a disease!

The classroom sessions can be hard for me,

To sit still in a chair until half past three.

I need to get up and I need to move.

I'm happy to learn how to improve.

"Wait in line it's not your turn!"

A phrase that causes me such concern.

My mind is so focused on the task at the end.

I end up pushing past my friend.