There was once
A child I knew
His name was Max
He loved playing peekaboo
Then there were his parents
Who knew he was smart
They tried to get him to do math
But he loved art
Soon he grew up
But something was missing
He sometimes did
Such strange things
He used arrange his toys
In a very strange way
He hated if they were moved
I don't know how he played
That's not the only
Thing he did weird
Perhaps that's just
How his brain was wired
He hated it so much yet
He'd keep eating orange
It's almost as if he thought
The taste might change
He could copy
Other people's accents
It was fun while he could
But now he can't
He could tell when food
Was fresh or not
He had a strange obsession
With polka dots
He was quite
Good with school
He had a lot of friends
Though he wasn't exactly cool
But like I say
Time and time again
There was something wrong
I say it again
He either got perfect scores
Or flat zeros
His teachers told his parents
They said, "Oh no"
He was taken to a doctor
Who said, "Gifted but cannot perform"
Wanna know what his parents did
They made him conform
He did it quite well
If I must say myself
He fit almost perfectly
On the "normal" shelf
His quirks disappeared
Almost completely
He looked like a normal child
Yet not quite exactly
Then his mom's friend
Talked about a psychiatrist
She said that she could help
So visiting her was on his checklist
When they went to her
They were in for a surprise
And now
All the deceptions would rise
Those bandages
That hid who he was
They all fell apart
And showed him as he was
But it was too late
Most of his quirks disappeared
The old Max was dead
Never to reappear
All that's left now
Is an empty shell
The old him took his final bow
And the new one isn't well
Now how can I say this
You might ask me now
It's because I am the new Max
The old one's gone now
I don't understand him
And he won't with me
But no one will ever miss him
Except for me
