To paraphrase Temple Grandin.
Learning to express emotions is hard,
With a brain on wheels,
and pre learnt tracks.
That might not be leading where you need to go now,
but no brakes, no steers, no way of changing course.
Look out the window and signal for help.
Wave, scream, shout, pinch
Someone will hear and understand and help,
A hungry ghost wearing a chain of fire,
All comfort burned by the act of seeking it.
Let me give you water,
Give you words,
Give you brakes.
Let me hold you, let me help you,
Let the road path our feet,
Let us talk.