mentally challenged they call me

and i still think there's something wrong with me
maybe it's because you keep telling me there is and i'll die before everyone i meet is any different
i'd rather you looked me in the eye and said retards like me shouldn't be allowed to reproduce
autism be damned, my f**k buddy is cute

im sensitive

and i don't have real problems

not really

thank god for the buddha, or whatever

he's the finger that points at the moon, why'd we name the movement after the finger

i don't know how to move

i don't know how to touch the air

i don't know how to be honest

i don't know how to be honest

this game has limited mobility

i've given up on trusting me