It Makes Sense Now

I have to say everything

to get the chaos out of my head

I have to consider every possibility

even if what-ifs give me anxiety

I need order and a routine

but other people don't make sense to me

all their important rules are so arbitrary

they gave me a script in a different language

and then get mad when I don't know my lines

my senses are always turned up high

but I never feel the right thing at the right time

I really thought you had to be taught how to cry

I am always surprised people know how to lie

my first clue should have been getting along with the outcasts and weirdos

if this makes me different why are there so many like me