Autistic Poem by Justin Reamer

I am sorry, sir,
But I must admit
That I cannot understand you,
They say my IQ is extremely high,
But my abilities for 'social cues, '
Whatever those are,
Are extremely low,
For I have a disability called autism,
Which is a condition I have,
And I confess if I annoy you,
For I do not wish to harm you
In any way whatsoever.

I just want to let you know,
Before you judge me outright,
That I have Savant Syndrome,
A form of autism
With much intellect.

My IQ is
Approximately 198,
But when it comes to social cues,
There is nothing I can do
To help me with it.

If you raise your voice to me,
I probably won't understand,
For I am not ignoring you,
I just don't understand your meaning.
I may just keep talking,
And I must admit it's hard,
For I am not trying to make you angry,
But merely living my life.

If you were sad,
I probably wouldn't
Be able to tell,
For I am not good with
Body language,
Unless I see you yell.

If you were nervous,
I might not be able to tell,
For I cannot tell stress
From relaxation,
Or your problems
From mine.

I confess, sir,
That I am not much
Of a people person,
That I must admit
I have it hard,
And I am sorry that
It is that way.

I try my best
To get better
At what other people
Are capable of,
But,
I am sorry to say,
It is my condition,
That limits me to what
I can
And cannot
Do.

So, please forgive me,
Sir,
If I upset you,
In any shape,
Way, or form,
For I try to help it,
But I cannot help myself,
And my disability holds me back.

Thank you for your kindness, sir,
For I really do appreciate it,
For I try my best,
And you know it, too,
And I hope you have a good day.