One Missing Piece

The puzzle will never be complete He is looked at and pointed at by children who don't know that he is incomplete He didn't choose to be born this way a piece of a puzzle that doesn't fit We stare and thank God that it's not us It's not me But do we ever feel any empathy? If you could imagine not fitting in never really fully understanding anything Having to be watching always having someone taking care of you You would never have any independence Autism seemed to be his name "He's autistic" It wasn't his name there's more to him He is tortured and teased All because of one missing piece