You don’t understand me

You don’t even try

I try to explain

But I’m left asking why

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I wish I could process

The way everyone does

But my brain processes are different

 Just because

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Some call it a mental problem

A few understand

For me it’s frustrating

Like being heard over a band

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Some call it genius

Very clever and tuned in

Others see condescension

Making me feel boxed in

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It causes arguments

Pain and distress

I wish I could change it

As easily as a dress

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But I must understand

It is the way it must be

So I must find a way to deal with it

And co-exist, but still be me