A child cries alone
With his head bent low
He's only skin and bone 
Around him darkness begins to grow.

The air is eerie
Mixed with the cries 
Of one who is dreary 
Hoping soon that he dies.

A hand reaches out
But slapped away
In the child's eyes are doubt
Should he go or should he stay?

What will they whisper, what will they yell?

If he went to school again,

What will they do? if he brought his bruises to show-and-tell

But only told it in pen.

You see this child is unlike his enemies or his friends

It's hard for anyone to explain,

because he sees the world through a microscope lens

Because he can only tell you how everything works in our brain.

 he can barely even talk

and through the halls he's picked on for it,

But through the same world he must struggle to walk

and he struggles just because he doesn't fit.

How sad it is

for this brilliance of a youth,

This great science whiz

To walk through the school halls all alone and to feel like he never knows the truth.