It's too bright.
It's too dark.
It's too hot.
It's too cold.
It's too tight.
It's too loose.
It's too loud.
It's too soft.
There's too much background noise.
There's too much silence (*sings* "and now I just sit in silence!")
There's too many people.
I'm too alone, I need to be with more people.
It's too sharp.
It's too dull.
It's too big.
It's too small.
It's too high.
It's too low.
Everything contradicts itself.
YOU ARE READING
Sensitive.
PoetryThis is a book of poems about sensory processing disorder. I hope someone can relate to this, after all, that's the reason I'm writing this! :)