I put the puzzle pieces together
one by one
but I can never come up with a whole picture.
To me, they fit.
Others call me "retard".
I'm Cinderella with the wrong shoes.
My brain feels like a sponge all the time.
I'm the crust of the pizza
that everyone throws away.
Words and numbers look like worms and noodles.
But I don't mind
because when I'm happy, the sun laughs with me.
When I'm sad, the clouds cry with me.
You see, I'm never alone.
So the puzzle might look wrong to you
but to me, it's perfect.