Princess Aixelsyd

Princess Aixelsyd

I can see everything just fine, thank you,
the problem is with how my brain does view.
Most of the time I can get my point across,
proper spelling is a bridge I'm never gonna cross.

"Lazy girl, can't you read? You better get a grip."
I was sent home with many a detention slip.
A world without letters was a longed for dream,
every little syllable took away my self-esteem.

Kids read bedtime stories aloud, cool as cucumbers,
While I feared I'd choke on letters and puke numbers.
I avoided libraries for the fear of being discovered,
The class trip to the bookstore? I've never recovered.

Thinking I was crazy, I went to see a head doctor.
I told her how I killed letters but it never shocked her.
The chaos that mocked me now had a name.
Letters and words were playing a cruel mind-game.

For years I felt so dumb and misunderstood.
Will I ever see the letters and numbers as I should?
Is the cure in prescriptions or far-fetched ideologies?
My brain owes my eyeballs some serious apologies.

I look on the bright side and say with a sense of humor,
"Well, at least it's not as I feared, a massive brain tumor."
People will have to like me for me, not my altered state.
I hope they can make sense of my scribble and translate.

by: Kimarie