The crowd is a blur, a sea of faces

The noise is a hum, a jumble of voices

We feel like a ghost, a shadow, a stranger

In this world of people, of noise, of danger


Our social battery is low, we can't seem to connect

To the people around us, no matter how much we expect

Our minds are a playground, a jungle of thought

And we struggle to join in, to be part of the plot


We feel like we don't belong, like we're on the outside looking in

And it's a feeling that lingers, like a deep, stubborn sin

We want to reach out, to connect, to be seen

But our low social battery makes it hard to intervene


Yet in this solitude, in this isolation

We find our creativity, our passion, our fascination

We see the world in a way others can't

And that is a gift, a blessing, a chant


So we embrace our quirks, our flaws, our pain

And we rise above it all, like a phoenix from the flames

For in our struggles, in our low social battery

We find our strength, our purpose, our majesty.