Disorder

A poem about mental disorders.

Disorder

 

Who's to say that I can't be sane?

It's not really for you to judge.

I'm no different from people that

Have no hands, or eat too much fudge.

You say I can't concentrate well

Maybe you're boring, thought of that?

You say I have anger problems

Yet I didn't say that you're fat.

You think I'm weird because I talk

To myself and to some dead men

So now, I'll ask, if you thought the

World was plain, what would you do then?

Leave me alone, don't judge me please.

I'm just a normal kid, like you.

I just see things that aren't quite there

And know things you might wish you knew.