No-one,
Understands,
No-one,
Gets me,
I’m alone,
In this world,
I’m constantly,
Fighting it,
Yet,
I’m only,
A child,
I’m still,
Learning,
Right from wrong,
Yet,
In my world,
My mind,
Is ablaze,
With orange lights,
Flashing on,
And off,
I can’t sit still,
I’m fidgety,
The teachers say,
I’m out of control,
I don’t pay attention,
They don’t pay attention to me,
When I say I’m bored,
I’m not stimulated enough,
The lights in my head,
Are flashing,
Telling me,
That I need more engagement,
The teachers say,
My behavior,
Is all over the place,
Because I can’t do,
Certain tasks they ask me,
Or lose things,
Others have said,
I’m forgetful,
But I feel,
I’m on the go,
All the time,
Talking,
Excessively,
About my day,
My problems,
And no-one listens,
I make simple mistakes,
Yet,
I am shouted at,
When others are not,
Is it any wonder,
They question,
My outbursts,
They say,
My mummy,
Can’t cope,
But I think,
She’s doing great,
Of course,
She’s stressed at times,
And shouts,
When I’ve been naughty,
But,
How do I explain,
These lights,
To the one person,
I idolize,
More than anything in the world,
It’s in my genetics’,
Mummy told me,
So,
I’m waiting,
On help,
On someone,
Being able,
To understand,
The lights,
In my head,
The bright neon orange,
Glow,
Of chaos,
Until then,
I wish,
Every night,
I had more,
Than mummy,
To talk to,
I wish,
That someday,
Maybe the orange lights,
Won’t be so bright,
Someday,
They won’t flash so much,
Someday,
I’ll prove,
What they said is wrong
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