Sometimes I don't know,
Why I do the things I do.
The lack of impulse control,
For things so simple,
The wires in my brain,
Scramble.
I am a prime example,
Of what you do not want to be,
Disturbed maybe.
Others amble through life,
While I tramped
My mouth gets me in trouble,
The filters removed.
Others disapprove,
Of my unruly behaviour
I am acutely aware,
Of the way they stare,
The words they say,
Dance around in my head.
The lack of impulse control
Has me trampling around their words,
The doctors confirm,
What I already know,
I am, disturbed.
YOU ARE READING
DEEP END
Poesia"I will listen to your silent cry, So you don't get lost in a corner of your heart" -Silent cry (Stray kids) started: 22 July 23
