A Portrait of the Autist

[Verse 1] I'm awkward, can't talk to anyone I fall at the first hurdle, it hurts to get it wrong My mind's wired a different way to everyone else So I might seem strange, and be left on the shelf begging for help Placed in a position in which I'm desperate now Ashamed of my condition when I'm meant be be proud It'd be great to fit in and blend with the crowd Without a red face, a sense of dread; I'm trembling now I like things a certain way, a pre-determined order And it disturbs my thoughts if the certain order's changed Uncertainty unnerves me, close the curtains over the windows It's a curse, Asperger Syndrome [Hook] We ought to stick around Be autistic and proud We ought to stick around We ought to stick [Verse 2] I don't notice faces in open places My focus phases out and goes to blazes And an overloaded brain is no way to be social and say hello to mates, is it? It's made me feel alone for ages Because I know there's no hope to change it To most a face is an open page -to me it's closed, the prose erased And how am I supposed to behave When nobody's taken a moment to show me the way? But it's OK I still hope and pray the status quo can change And I still scope the skies waiting for blokes in capes And I'll fly when I know how I'm supposed to behave So won't you take a moment to show me the way [Hook] [Verse 3] Autism assisted me in becoming a poet Because I feel deeply but I just struggle to show it I care for those around me though I don't know how I'm supposed to tell people So I wrote it down, prepared my vocal sound Then shared my opus on open ground Those with this syndrome are endowed with a determination to succeed That the non-Asperger brain often fails to achieve And yet we go off the rails easily, but believe me I've seen what we can be when we've got dreams to reach that no-one else can And piece by piece the diagnosed'll find the folks to help them To aspire to the heights their sights are focused on I know it's a long fight but we're the type to go the whole hog [Hook]