In November you'll be married,
Of that I don't really care,
But if a different fate was in share,
It'd be my ring you could've carried.
Strange how a different brain structure,
Can change the outside environment.
If it weren't for the government,
I'd be a domain-less master.
I could've been that man,
With the tie and the suit.
But of that I no longer can,
I'm forced to a different route!
If my social skills were not hindered,
They made me an outcast and a nerd,
I could've had a greater chance at,
Experiencing love greater than my cat's.
The disability which I dislike,
The Syndrome of Asperger,
Forced me a different hike,
That made you fade like a nightmare.
I now sit on a smaller throne,
A future I thought won't be my own;
A life that is now compromised,
Opportunities narrow before my very eyes.
But to be completely sincere,
I still wish to exist here.
Pity you'll never be my bride,
But from no truth I may hide!
I will try a different victory,
By proving you wrong when you belittled me;
I don't care how much time has passed,
Of my "irrelevancy" I never asked.
My disorder is my capability,
To focus on a different opportunity.
My love for women,
Exiled by philosophy.