This Really Hurts

Not to toot my own horn,
But I've been shown to be born
Very intelligent, or so you've said,
But every now and again when my head
Just won't wrap around something,
Just won't click with something,
You get so confused that you get pissed,
Like you can't stand the fact that I've missed
The connection between two things in my brain,
And missed the link in the logical chain,
Because of my instinctive fixation with language,
And how wording affects each mental image,
The wiring that you yourself have acknowledged,
That so far I have managed,
That has so far mostly been a benefit,
But when you get mad, act like it's a deficit,
And that I'm stupid,
And that you're mad at me for being stupid.
I don't need your negative energy projection,
Why get pissed when I can't make the connection?
Then treat me like it's my fault, and I should just be able to do it?
There's a fact you know, but when angry, omit,
My brain is not a carbon copy of yours,
So stop thinking my logic is always going to be the same as yours.
When you do this, you bring to my attention a way that I'm different,
Then treat it badly and with anger, like I'm a dullwit,
(With a thought process ill-rooted)
And it makes me feel broken and stupid,
And like my neurodivergence may be more hurtful than helpful,
And like something I shouldn't be proud of, which is stressful,
On top of still figuring out who I am,
And trying to remember that I don't belong in a bedlam.