Disorderly Driven

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 20:28 -- mackles

I can’t help it

That I must walk

In out in out into your classroom

I can’t help it

That I must sit

In the same place

I can’t help it

That I must go wash my hands

Every time, Every time, Every time

I work with a group

 

I won’t let it

Define what I am

Capable of

I won’t let it

Define what I can

Become

I won’t let you

Define what is

Normality

 

I can’t tell you

That I am a monster

That can’t deal with your inconsistency

I can’t tell you

That I am a kid

Consumed by a disease

I can’t tell you

That I am Obsessive Compulsive Disorderly driven

I can’t tell you

That I can’t live with being me

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