Disorder

Welcome all to what I call my imagination, quite a unique thing let it fill you with facsination.

But there comes a price to this talent you see, care to take a guess or let me show you what I mean?

I don't express things socially nor do I have what it takes to speak myself, all because of this struggle over my self wealth.

Let me explain another way.

I couldn't talk until I was in the third grade because I was afraid of public situations, but my imagination was filled with stimulation.

everything playing out in my head yet nothing was ever put into effect, all because of a lack of confidence and self respect.

Inside my head are thoughts that you think are for demented people or needing medication, no not at all my personal growth has just seen hesitation.

Inside my head are feelings of a true sensitive soul, yet this society deemed me with a disorder so drugs are taken to keep my soul locked up.

all because I see "normal" as relative and something the majority controls.

I don't fit the description for a medicated person, but I do fit the description for a soulful person.

Inside my head are the reasons I'm happy, but outside my head are the people who see happy as a reason for medication.

And inside my head are the now locked up thoughts of a real human being, who sees his imagination his happiness, and acts with overly depressed hesitation.