This poem is just super simple. It is about how we all have to be dislexic in our own way. We all have to be different. Even if it is completely artificial we create our own drama to overcome just to experience it as many never just enjoy life.

Dislexic

I am dislexic and high on drugs

I am innocent and full of love

deception and despair

without them

i am without care

i have a reason

allthought i am unsure

i think its my season

i think its a cure

Poems of depressing frustration