Asperger's
My schedule and this system are conflicted,
Melt-down Mondays,
Moaning fits perfectly with these stares
Two pairs of eyes ,
Most were brown with a hint of white
There were twenty people, so forty eyes and all of them witnessed my rocking back and forth
Forty pairs of feet were next to me,
And exactly twenty clouds above
I did the math to calm my nerves since the groaning never helped -
The water cycle
That's how clouds are formed
And I go through it as if I am a water droplet that rose and expanded and condensed
But I never make sense to these idiots
And I try to explain but they just complain about my eyes being glued to the floor
I can't understand your countenance so I see no need to look into those terrifying portals that'll drag me into your soul
I want to go home but there are twenty people's breaths on my body
Yelling, screaming, hollering, laughing
I see red lights , bright and full of fire
Burning my mind and I
Pass out into
Absolutely darkness
I am
Calm
In the solitude of my self
