I Am Special.. Am I??

Confusions and confusions as I see all around,

They always panic seeing me, that's how it sounds.

The world is beautiful, I like seeing it at my own pace,

Why people don’t like if I don’t want to be part of the race.

That what says the little heart,

Who the world tags as 'special', and tries to keep apart.

We all are special, special of everything is what we like,

Though when it comes to needs, 'special' is never treated alike.

Every child is different, they lead different lives,

Still, our judging scales are never so wise.

They only look good till they make you laugh,

Our views change the moment, something different they ask.

We love to enjoy all the special things around us,

Though in the need of ‘special attention', we always frown.

Strange are the ways people here define,

'I want to be special, but no special reasons assigned'