I was little
Panicking
Everyone has left to the school’s yard
or something
I was small
I didn’t feel like I belong to my own
Brothers and sister
They pushed me out
I was alone
No one really understood me
Probably years later a false diagnosis of autism
It’s probably something different,
Sensory Processing Disorder and trauma
And some other stuff
But when I was little
They didn’t help
They couldn’t, welp
Understand what I was going through
Like in K-pop demon hunters
I was called a problem child
But the inner turbulence inside
Screamed for someone to hear
Which they didn’t
they never did on time…
About the Creator
Maya Or Tzur
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Just a 26 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
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