Walk in my shoes?! I could never ask you to go through
something so horrifically untoward.
My daily struggle to physically get my body to move every
moment of every day, what you do so thoughtlessly.
The mental struggle to get my thoughts to stop spinning long
enough to communicate and then watch them spin again knowing I didn’t express
myself effectively and convey even the gist of who I am to you.
The time I spend bound to my bed because I am so overwhelmed
with anxiety and so exhausted from talking to you yesterday, the day before and
the day before that.
The feeling of digging my nails into my body. To rip the
skin off my body just to find some brief relief from being me.
Toxic, Chronic
Panic, Manic
Crazy, Lazy
Those words you call me
Hell, moment by moment
I don’t understand
Understand?
Until, I find
Relief, knowing it’s not just me.
It is
Just Me.
Me. Myself.
Not I, say you.
Turn down the music
It’s Loud? let me turn it up more, say you.
Your hugs they are too tight
Come here, give your uncle a hug, say you.
Why are you staring?
Why don’t you look at me, say you.
I need more space
You’re too sensitive, say you.
You’re not
autistic
enough
too high functioning.
I function?
What a beautiful dream
Once upon a…
Yes I, yes I
All the chaos
All the drama
All I need?
To be allowed to be me.
Tell me it’s all ok.
Can anyone
simply
tell me it’s all ok
