tapping

taptaptaptaptap

tap

i tap my feet

they tell me to stop

i tap my pen

they tell me to stop

i tap i tap i tap i tap i tap

 

why do i tap

do i tap because i like it?

i dunno

but i can't stop

they make me stop though

it's loud

and annoying

like the rest of me

 

but i need to tap

tap i need to tap i tap i nedd tap

losinglosingi'm losing it

what was it i

ned

i need to i

 

i was scratching

i couldn't tap so i scratched

crap

now i'm bleeding

now everyone will see

and ask

where and why and how and nonononono

 

nest time i don't tap

i don't scratch

so i pace and i pace

but they tell me to sit down

so i rock back and forth and back and forth

they look at me funny but i don't care i keep rocking

 

next time

they let me tap

 

i win

This poem is about: 
Me

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