coin operated boy

i like to think i am somewhat special. i want to feel special. other people are special, so why cant i be. i do not feel special. but that is what my mother calls me. she had her angry face on today. she told me it was because i had dropped the plate because i did not like the colours on the plate. the colours were orange and green. they made me feel uncomfortable. i told her sorry because i did not mean to drop it. i went back to my room and thought about how i am special. but i am not a good special  neither am i a bad special. i do know what i am good in and that is math and science. i do well in those. i am special because i have the asperger's syndrome and i do not mind having this.