How does one quiet the inner turmoil?
The pain inside these eyes?
The broken thoughts behind silent cries?
What do I do when I can't stop
circling the thoughts in my head?
Why can't I just be normal instead?
Neurdiverg-o, Weirdent.
Wait, no, I'm a
neurodivergent weirdo
Why don't I actually listen
To what she said?
(That little voice inside my head)
The only voice of reason
In my scattered brain
I'm always trying to push through
Push past the pain,
But every time I turn around
It happens all over again
I've got a mixed up mind
And sometimes it's really hard
To find myself.
Sometimes
I forget altogether.
What I was getting worked up about
In the first place...
And then sometimes,
I remember.
Sometimes I, remember?
Sometimes, I remember.
Sometimes I remember.
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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Comments (1)
Could resonate with some of the lines here. Well written!