Fluorescent halos buzz above my head

Every hum a needle, every whisper made of lead

Faces blur like channels changing too fast on the screen

Mouths keep moving words that I can't parse in between

You joke in hidden meanings, I take every word you say

Then you say I'm "too intense" when I don't laugh and play

My comfort is the patterns in the spiral of a shell

While the small talk on the surface feels like some sarcastic hell

I script my lines in secret, rehearse them 'til I bleed

But they glitch against your rhythm, wrong tempo, wrong speed

You say "just be yourself," but you don't know what that costs

To drop my armor in this static, risk another friendship lost

I'm a pattern-seeker in a world of random noise

Hear the hidden music underneath your broken toys

If you take the time to listen through my binary sky

You'll hear galaxies in order where you only saw "too shy"

My hands repeat the motions that your eyes don't understand

You call it "bad habits" when it's thunder through my hands

The fabric is a forest, the label is a knife

I'm cutting off the edges just to keep my nerves alive

You flood the room with perfume, I drown in scented air

You say I'm "overreacting" when I vanish from your stare

But I'm drawing constellations in the cracks along the wall

If you'd sit down here beside me, you might see them after all

I'm not your broken robot, not your puzzle to be solved

I'm writing quiet languages where chaos can't evolve

If you learn the way I echo, how I loop and rearrange

We could build a common grammar where we both can safely change

I'm a pattern-seeker in a world of random noise

Hear the hidden music underneath your broken toys

If you take the time to listen through my binary sky

You'll hear galaxies in order where you only saw "too shy"

Take off the mask, breathe through the burn

Let my hands repeat and yearn

You don't have to understand

Just don't pry it from my hand

I will not be fixed or cured

I am wired, not obscured

Stop calling me a mystery

I'm a map you never learned to read

I'm a pattern-seeker in a world of random noise

Hear the hidden music underneath your broken toys

If you trace the lines I'm drawing through this trembling skin

You might find a doorway to the storm that lies within