That chocolate bar you gave me—
the one you broke into three.
I know it seemed so simple,
but the pieces weren’t the same to me.
One bigger, one smaller, one just not right,
and suddenly my chest grew tight.
I cried, and I know it puzzled you,
but to me, the world felt unfair, untrue.

Those stairs you walked down first,
while I trailed behind your feet.
You may not know, but to me,
I needed to lead, to feel complete.
When I couldn’t go first, it broke my flow,
and tears came rushing before I could slow.
I know it seemed silly, hard to defend,
but rules like this feel like the world’s end.

The breakfast you made with love,
with chocolate spread upon my bread.
But the way you cut it wasn’t right,
and I felt heavy tears instead.
I wasn’t ungrateful, I wasn’t cruel,
I just need things to follow my rule.
It comforts me when the pieces align,
and when they don’t, it doesn’t feel fine.

The nuggets you cooked just for me,
the ones I usually adore.
But today, they weren’t just right,
and I cried, and I cried some more.
I know it hurts you to see me this way,
to watch my joy fall apart each day.
I promise I don’t mean to make it hard—
sometimes my heart just plays its own card.

I know I frustrate you often,
with my ways you can’t rearrange.
I’m sorry that I cry so much,
for things that must feel strange.
I can’t always explain the reason why,
why small things make me want to cry.
But know I’m hurting too inside,
in a world where comfort’s hard to find.

They tell me I am different,
that my brain is wired another way.
They call it autism,
but to me, it’s just how I live each day.
It’s not a curse, it’s not a flaw,
it’s simply the way I see it all.
The world is loud, the world is bright,
I need patterns to make it feel right.

Please don’t think I’m naughty,
or that I mean to ruin your day.
I’m just trying to navigate life
in the only way I know how to play.
I long for patience, a gentle hand,
for someone who’ll try to understand.
Because I don’t want to be this way forever,
I just need love to hold me together.

So when I cry for the bread,
or the nuggets, or the chocolate bar,
please know I’m not trying to test you—
I’m only showing you who I are.
Through my tears I’m asking you,
to see the world through my view.
With your love, your steady guide,
I know I’ll learn to walk with pride.

I don’t want to spoil your day,
I don’t mean to make life hard.
I just need help to find my way,
in a world that feels so scarred.
I’ll keep trying, if you’ll keep too—
to meet me where my skies are blue.
Because all I really want to say:
I love you, even on my hardest day. 💙