Special needs and mental health poems

 Sorry

Sorry for not being able to spell correctly, I am not a good speller.

Sorry for not being able to make sense, I struggle to know what to say on paper.

I am no poet, I just try to express what I need and want to say.

If you do not understand me in my words, try to understand me in my pictures. I need to include more pictures in my drawings, paintings, and photos. 

Hummingbird.

Her wings are the colors of the autumn fall, yellow and brown.

Her chest is red, orange, and brown. 

She sings like an angel with wings. 

The hummingbird is adorned with vibrant colors, including yellow, red, blue, green, and brown. These colors contribute to its beauty and make it an enchanting subject for artistic expression.

You.

Some things are better off not being said so open up to the most important things and people in your life.  You cannot please everyone so just be you. Do not try to be someone you are not. 

The poem about poems.

A lot of British people from my experience find poetry boring, I accept that. 

I am British too, I agree and disagree.

Poetry is life and life is what you make of it so poetry is what you make of it. 

Poetry is the mind, thoughts, and feelings about life around you. 

It isn't poetry, it's words' outcome in life.

I am here.

I am here, where are you? 

You may not be aware of my voice.

I may not be aware of your voice.

I hear nothing or you talking so fast, I don't know what you are saying.

I cannot remember what you said if you said anything.

I don't get on with the answer phone, it talks too fast, press this, press that, and press the other, it is a mind field.

I am better with an email or text. 

It seems you are talking too fast for me, I am talking too slow for you. 

There may be too much noise on your end and mine.

I can hear your voice but I cannot hear what you are saying or

 I'm not aware of what you are saying.

Maybe it is not you be it is me. 

Maybe it is my imagination. 

Maybe I am out of my mind. 

This is about what I face in general what I face with a lot of people not just with one person. 

My mind is talking to me.

I am thinking so much I can hear a voice in my head, I am not sure if it is your voice or mine but it is there. 

My mind is talking to me as if you are there even when you are not. 

Whether we are in the same room, on a video chat, or on the phone, the voice carries on in my head talking about the chats I have had with whoever it may be even when they are not with me.

Am I crazy?

Am I mad?

Am I out of my mind or just insane?

This is just a weird feeling. 

Surely I am not alone in this feeling.

I guess many others face similar if not the same.