When I’m here BEING ME, doing what gives me PEACE:
– challenging myself, thinking, doing, exploring, observing, taking note, playing music, sometimes writing, sometimes not, feeling NORMAL.
When I’m going from one task to another, being PRODUCTIVE, being USEFUL, finding FULFILLMENT.
When the day runs smooth and the hours don’t gallop or groan.
When nothing seems or feels WEIRD or DIFFICULT or TOO MUCH.
When I have CHOICES and FREEDOM and I can BREATHE…
Then I think WHAT DISORDERS?
No – really – WHAT DISORDERS?
What do they MEAN?
What is all the FUSS?
I’m okay. I really am.
Why is this world designed for people to NOT be THEMSELVES?
For ALL KINDS of people to NOT FIT?
For people to HURT?
Why would we rather fill the world with words like DISORDER
– they say
But it’s not JUST the way it is.
It doesn’t HAVE to be so.
It’s only the way we’re LETTING it be.
The way we MADE it be
And dressing it up as NECESSARY
Instead of letting people BE.
It’s INCONVENIENT having to think around me.
And TOO SCARY to imagine I might be RIGHT.
So, for now, I am DISORDERED
TIRED from making myself fit where I don’t
When I DO KNOW where I DO fit
Well it’s supposed to be anyway