dysfunctional me

my my emotion about my dyslexia in poetry format

Dysfunctional me

 

Dysfunctional,

That’s how I feel,

Words in my head so clear,

I see and hear.

 

Why me,

Sigh why it can’t be,

Longer time I write,

It really bites.

 

So clear,

I can in mind hear,

Complexed plots

Sigh like I have drawn the short lots.

 

It really unfair,

Only recently become actual aware,

The imaginations there,

But it is not coming out anywhere.

 

It been a long while,

Like my mind has this imagination pile,

Where to I go,

I really don’t know.

This dyslexia,

I bare,

It worse,

I feel it as a curse.

 

At the same time,

I know in heart and mind,

I am me,

I am happy to be.

 

While I was a younger,

Folks would bully and bother,

Even those supposed to be like me,

But I guess I am in a different category.

 

Used to be that really wanted to fit,

To be part of the it,

 older that older and wiser now

I discovered I am unique and they can f**k off because I don’t give a cow