I’m sorry for being so imperfect
Do you need anybody
Else that isn’t you?
Claiming to be the hand of justice
But that hand wears gloves
That changes
With each
Interaction

It isn’t a pity
Or woe to I
I understand I
******
Up

I feel like **** each time I do
It’s hard to change
But you can’t stand still on a treadmill
When it’s moving forward

Telling you not to bottle up
Doesn’t mean
Blow up at everything
It also
Doesn’t mean
Be a *****

It means talk about it
Like a normal
Neurotypical
Person