It’s hard to hide the truth.
It’s hard to lie.
No more secrets for me.

It’s too easy to tell when a lie
Spills out.
Words come to me like

The beat of a drum
But the actual words
The small meanings

Come a little after.
Slower.
And they come difficultly.

Dum, dum, dum, dum
No I am not.
Dum, dum, dum, dum

They say
Slow. Stupid. Useless.
No I am not.

It’ll come to me after
You.
But it’ll come.

Words and all
Meanings mixed around
It’ll come to me.

I am smart
I know.
I am

I am me.
Learning disability
And all.