I’m must be hell

To be trapped like that

Not have any hope

Or adjustment ”strat”

No mechanism to cope

Walking around all tide up

Afraid if you get too close you’ll fray.

Creating the most bizarre display.

Thinking little of yourself

Nothing much more than that of anything else

Avoid having to be wordy with others

A little word here or there

Looking so scared or bewildered at normal interractions

Leaving a complex answer to very simple fractions

Never really understanding what it is that should be

It must be hard to be you

Trapped in your mind and prisoner to your own prison

The one you created

The one you’ve always hated.

Thank you for reading 🙂