Crash and burn,
When did I become, not good enough, for your world?
(how ADHD and trauma can feel)
Thoughts tied together with string
and clouds
and a din
Cohesive, concurrent, rolling thoughts
That stop with an outside attraction
Or, any different, look within
Am I the sin?
Internal dialogue with myself
You’re perfectly manicured and
presented
Made up
It’s not me
You rotate the barrels
in turning the pages
Sharply awakens me from
the ideas that ping!
I can’t concentrate with
you looking at me!!
All yous are judgement
and all mes have to put
the pin -
The pin, in it
Pop the bubble
Break the curse
But, the curse was the
fun bit
It ties in, with both of us,
sadly
It educates me
on my worth
Your judgement, my sin
My subconscious, taking it all in
burst the bubble
Tarastar
Reduction - making less of me
(Come on now, you only want the
torch light, when it reflects onto -
and off of - me)
A bright light
Your words seem trite
I don’t go for the beige
Stimulate
and engage
A power, harnessed
and exploding
Boiling, bubbly
Like the warmth of thought rage
That I can taste
On the page
Calmly,
in a trance state
We flow
We re-frame
Knowing
Flowing
Exploding
not folding
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