"I HAVE HEARD IT IS CALLED AUTISM"
by Joanne Boyle
That chocolate bar you gave me,
that was broken up in three.
The one that made me cry,
because they weren't broken equally.
Those stairs you walked down first, as I walked behind.
The ones that made me cry,
because I like going first you'll find.
The breakfast that you gave me,
with my spoon of chocolate spread.
I am sorry that I cried
for the way you cut my bread.
Those chicken nuggets I love,
weren't cooked just right today.
I am sorry that I cried.
I can't help being this way.
I know i make things hard for you,
but I don't know how to change.
I am sorry that I cried
for all that I find strange.
You see I have my ways
and I know these frustrate you.
I am sorry that I cried,
but they get me frustrated too.
You see I am made different.
It's hard to understand.
I have heard it is called autism
and I need a helping hand.
To me it's all I know,
and all I ask of you,
is to please try to see it,
from my point of view.
I don't do things to be naughty.
I don't want to spoil your day.
I just don't know how to be,
any other way.