That's how I feel,
Words in my head so clear,
I see and hear.
Sigh why it can't be,
Longer time I write,
It really bites.
I can in mind hear,
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.
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 fuck off because I don't give a cow
Keywords: fustration, inner turmoil,dyslexia,misunderstood
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Hello good day, i will like to meet you in
person, am miss Anna, am from France and am
leaving in London, please contact me on my email
id at (firstname.lastname@example.org), for more
information about me. because i have some
important thing i will like to discuss with you
privately. Hope to hear from you soon. Anna,
Well lemme tell you that for someone who is
dyslexic, you're an incredible writer. Keep it
up, the imagination can't escape on it's own!
Out of experience? I could feel it...
so i do have competation huh?