Society is set up for only a neurotypical experience

It’s me. Hi. Made to believe I’m the problem. This became me.

I was given the inner dialogue, in messages sent.

I felt I was too much. Blamed me.

I am not a problem to be ‘fixed’

I am not a problem to be ‘fixed’
Solved, resolved
Don’t make me feel like one
Like you’re the button
and the control
I am the foam at the party
That explores the room
with hues of melancholy
It’s shifting this messy soul
Remaining messy
but spluttering shame
Rather than moving
into my body
When did you start
being the weaver
When I was Queen
of the loom
Everybody is not ‘a little ADHD’
No, I may not ‘seem like I have it’
I am the painter,
You are the doom