Autistic Blues

The thing this world needs is more simplicity.

For things to make sense to people like me.

Yet to other people, it’s as basic as can be. 

But I…

I have the autistic blues.

I look to the left, I look to the right.

Avoiding eye contact, afraid of its height.

Even though it’s not as strong as it may seem.

But it all matters the same…

I got the autistic blues.

I’m down in the lunch room, sitting at the end.

They think that I’m lonely, that I need a friend.

Someone comes over hoping that he or she can help.

Now I’m in some vice when they’re just being nice,

Because every kind person ends up leaving me, cursing.

I wish that they knew…

I lost so many chances to give the circumstances.

If they understood, life would be good.

I wish that they knew…

I have the autistic blues.

But maybe that’s what this song will do.