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
scrambled
I am a prime example,
of what you do not want to be
disturbed, maybe
others amble through life
while I trample
my mouth gets me in trouble
the filter removed
others disapprove
of my unruly behavior
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 on their words
the doctors confirm
what I already know
I am, disturbed
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
