I’m a bit peculiar; sometimes, I don’t fit in.
Sometimes I move my hands and make strange shapes with them.
My brain is like a computer, with thoughts firing at the speed of light.
I try my best to analyse, but sometimes I can’t get it right.
I often come across as strange and aloof;
Some might think that I’m made of wood or tin.
But I feel all kinds of emotions;
I’m human with an autistic spin.
Don’t let my ways fool you; I can be very passionate and keen.
When focused on something that I love, it is hard to make me leave the scene.
So laugh and marvel at my quirks; you may;
But know that I am more than the sum of my part.
For even though I’m wired differently,
I still have a heart.
Stay unruly.
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