Every day I can do nothing.
Go away.
I’m pushed away when I should be listened to.
Hurry up!
No one cares for my ideas or opinions.
I have work to do.
No one tries to hear the pain in my mind.
Just go play in your room.
They don’t know how it hurts to have your mind locked alone.
Watch TV or something.
They don’t understand how I long for some way to use my brain.
I can’t force you to eat right now.
I taught myself how to read, yet they only gave me picture books without words.
We will talk about this later.
I learned math from my 12th grade brother’s calculus book, yet they won't let me near a calculator.
Answer me when I’m talking to you!
I learned how to drive while I sat in a car seat, yet I can only look at toy cars.
Go away.
I learned to recognize illness from a medical dictionary I found in the trash.
Just talk already.
But none of this helps me.
We can play later.
Because my mind is deprived and it feels like-
Go away!
It feels like the prison that it is encased in-
I can’t baby you right now.
Is slowly-
I got a call from her kindergarten teacher.
Slowly-
She thinks that Abby is mentally disabled.
Getting smaller-
Says that’s why she won’t talk.
Because they can’t hear me.
Says that’s why Abby doesn’t do more then walk and stare.
Because they can’t see my mind.
Says we need to bring her to a doctor.
So all I can do-
Says she’ll have to be in a special education class.
Is let my mind swing from idea -
We’ll need to baby her, always.
To plan-
We’ll need to take care of her life.
To calculate-
We’ll need to force her to eat.
Until maybe someone realizes-
No matter how busy or how stressed we are, we have to care for her.
That it is so hard to move this body.
We need to force her to communicate.
That it is not my fault that I stay silent because making sounds is painful.
We need to teach her how to play.
That it is not my fault that it takes so much effort to walk that I can’t try to get help.
We need to show her how to be more than an infant in mind.
That it is not my fault that my mind is brilliant and my body is defective.
We need to teach her how to think.
But why can no one see that?
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Short StoryEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
