11 February 2013
I'm bad at thinking Maybe because My mind jumps from One idea to the next
I can't control my mind And much less my body I can't stop thinking I can't stop moving
If I can't calm down I chirp loudly I can't help it It just happens
My medicine makes me Not want to eat Lose the ability to sleep All for the ability to focus
All my energy goes Into sitting down Staying still Looking at the board And not the shine coming Off the window
My notes covered in doodles They help me focus Don't ask why They just do
Opuss № I