I Am Not Lazy
If only I could take back the milestones.
These skills I was forced to hone.
I wish I could be that struggling child once more.
Even with my words, there was pain I could never define at my core.
And even if there was a way to communicate-
There would be nothing they could do to force my weakness to abate.
That weakness was a product of all my efforts.
But no one believed it- being called lazy hurts.
What I would give to be called abnormal.
So that at least my treatment could be formal!
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