I am not as smart as you think

Only if I kept reading the books that Daddy sent

My mind would be filled with stories to tell

My mouth a capsule to the world’s that lie within

That’s not true

So I beat myself up

As I’m left with the infatuation of a reality never lived.

To carve my own stories

And try to make up for lost time

I take the pencil

Trying to fill the page with words that sound robust.

But still nothing

Stuck with the infatuation of a reality never lived.

Like a pirate I sat myself to explore

The see of books filled with words

Creating a tornado in my curious mind

But my nerves don’t seem to connect the dots.

With no impulse to send the thoughts to the cerebrum

I’m left stuck with the infatuation of a reality never lived.

I believe this is a disease that feasts on my needs

So I get a prescription

And because I cannot understand the diction

The doctor roles his eyes and writes….

Blunt