I feel misunderstood
Is my foot tapping on the floor really that disruptive?
I can't control it
Why do you blame me
When in reality
My mind is the one to blame
I reach out for help
Pills
Fidget toys
Nothing works
You don't understand
Teacher, may I draw whilst listening to you read?
"no"
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I was born this way
I wish I wasn't
But that's not up to me
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2021 15:24
- Comment from author about the poem: my teachers get so annoyed whenever I doodle or tap my feet or my hands on the floor or desk
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
indeed: no, its not
but what you make of yourself and the life ahead of you?
that's: All, up to you!
so if you have - to, anyway
why not work at it, a little
and make it something, you'll be proud of - or not..
but all the same, try and enjoy the ride!
thanks for sharing,
you've really tapped into that youthful poetic voice
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