I’m tired of saying sorry.
I’m tired of feeling bad.
I’m tired of people telling me to be happy for what I have.
I’m sick of disapproving looks.
I’m sick of disappointing clicks.
I’m sick of people commenting on the many ways that make me tick.
I know I get frustrated.
I know I complain a lot,
but I’m not lazy; I work hard for what I want.
I don’t expect miracles.
I don’t expect the impossible,
because what I ask for is reasonable; what I ask for is plausible.
I ask for respect no matter what I look like.
I ask for recognition for ideas that are mine.
I ask for responsibility despite moving away because these things about myself shouldn’t determine my day to day.
I ask for communication despite talking a lot.
I ask for assurance when I’m having anxious thoughts.
I ask for companionship despite moving away because these things about myself don’t determine my day to day.
So now, before the court –
a jury of my peers,
I plead to you, not guilty for how I may appear.
I’m not needy and desperate.
I’m not boring and lazy,
and least of all, I’m not sorry or crazy.
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