It’s not you, it’s me

If I pass you and don’t greet

While I’m walking down the street

It doesn’t mean I’m avoiding you

It’s just that I didn’t see you

If you talk and I don’t reply

It doesn’t make me a bad guy

I’m probably focused on another matter

and have blocked out all the chatter

If I don’t look at you when you talk to me

Don’t think me rude or snobby

Eye contact is something I can’t bare

And there may be something in your hair

If I pursue tangents in conversation

Don’t think I ignored your information

I probably understood what you have said

And made other connections in my head

If I don’t shake your hand or hug you back

Don’t think that love to you I lack

I just can’t handle being touched

Not even my hand being clutched

If I say something that sounds mean

I’m not trying to cause a scene

I can’t lie to you in your face

And I don’t understand social grace

If you see me panic at the strangest things

Or can’t handle what life brings

It may be something that you’ve done

That has brought my work undone

If I don’t respond how you expect

Or lack concern and respect

Don’t overanalyze what I have said

So much is going on in my head

Because of the way I am or act

With lack of consideration or tact

Don’t think of me as egoistic

It’s just that I’m autistic

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