Don’t walk, Take a seat.

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

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s