My emotions are where you cannot see,
Buried so secretly inside of me.
Just as my heart is beyond your reach,
For I've finally learned the lesson my demons did teach.
Words can be repeated,
My fingers will fidget.
Your eyes don't see what mine do,
These hands will destroy or create on a broken whim.
Does it matter if I slur?
Will you tease me for a lisp?
Could you overlook my loneliness?
I know that I am strange and stoic,
But I'm screaming in the quiet nyght.
My brain makes me different,
But my red blood is human.
I have a social disability,
But so does the rest of humanity.
YOU ARE READING
Eighteen Seconds Until Sunrise |||POETRY|||
PoetryThis is all I have... Simple words that cannot begin to describe with any of these constructed syllables the resonating depth of such complexities... I'll try, though.
