Poetry Of My Life Story

Dyslexia

You,
You make me stumble my words
And you make me have to re-read
And re-write
Everything.
You've made a mess,
A mess of my mind,
And a mess of my life.

I love to write,
I write poetrys of life.
And you've made it,
So there's papers
And pens
And letters of all kinds
Scattered in my room,
Scattered in my mind.

Dyslexia,
You're never considered
A friend of mine.

You messed up everything.
The letters within my writings,
The words inside all books,
Everything that lays in my mind.

Dyslexia,
This is my ode to you,
I thank you,
Not for the mistakes
You've had me make.
But for the fact you've shown me
No one is perfect,
Especially not me,
For I never will be.

Dyslexia,
You've made me who I am,
Who I am to this day.
So I thank you
For everything.