I Feel... by KitKatrina

Sometimes I feel retarded,
My mind is a disabled mess,
Too much is going on,
I’m surrounded by such stress.

I feel my heart beating faster,
With every word I say,
I feel it pounding at my chest,
Almost each and every day.

Wherever I may be,
My eyes will always wander,
Curious as to what or who,
Is at the door or yonder.

Always such a mystery,
Needing just to know,
What my plan is,
Or where the hell I’ll go.

I’m too confused, retarded,
Yet only in this mind,
I hope we’re all like this,
But I hope only inside…

Meridian (64.12.116.200) -- Wednesday, July 7 2004, 07:46 am

Emotions
Don't we all get that feeling sometimes.... You know, you reminded me, when you say retarted; sometimes it seems like all my peers know more than I do... Even in the toughest problems, they ace the class... Someimes I have doubts as if I should be in the slow class or not, because everyone is leaving me behind, choking in the dust...

I know what you mean....
But I know you're not retarted... Your wonderful writings, make up a self-portrait of you KitKatrina! From what I can see, you are a smart, intelligent, wise person!! Keep on writing your heart's desire...

Delightful poem!
Smiles,
Meridian

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