Every day I am me.

So I must endure what may seem trivial to some,

The weight of emotions,

Which more than often leaves me numb.

As I ponder and speculate,

The words I could not create,

The hunger for meaning I could not satiate,

The trouble my energizer-mouth could not mitigate.

It’s too late.

Do they all know what I tried so hard to hide?

When my mishaps and mistakes coincide?

This mess in my mind,

They’d interpret my mannerisms as lazy,

But the truth is a bit more hazy.

My nerves are like warn yarn, hands slow to knit,

Meanwhile, random rampage of thoughts,

My mind is lit.

I watch you all wishing I was normal,

My affliction, attention deficit.


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