My name is "undiagnosed", but I call myself "denial"Because they say autistic does not fully explain suicidal
Smacking myself to get some relief
They put checkmarks on paper until it spelled out bpd
And I learned I am not one with this planet
When its noises left my sanity damaged
Where I am from people are quiet
They talk one at a time and loud is perceived to be violent
Earth is full of metaphors
Sarcasm, and phrases we have all heard before
And the people do not want to repeat or explain
Because it ruins the meaning behind what they say
And I get it, but I feel so out of place
Unable to find the meaning behind their voice or their face
I have tried some of the drugs they wanted me to try
Literal or illegal it is up to you to understand the meaning and decide
So, I sip on a beverage to overstimulate my mind
Because that Is how people make income to do things like survive
But why am I seeing things meant for dreams
That only exist in the contents of books and tv screens
Why are the lights buzzing, why is everyone screaming?
My socks are too tight, and it is an unpleasant feeling
You deem it annoying; I deem it agonizing
You say these are things not worth over analyzing
Because the planet you sleep on not everything needs meaning
Yet I am here without a clue on why I am still breathing
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...