about dyslexia


people around me always try to keep track, of the spelling that I do is something that I lack.
like if I wrote a story about a boy who came from hong kong, who thought that he couldn't hold a note when he tried to singe a song.

but found that although this sounds quite a can full, when he robbed a bank with notes he could almost carry a handful.
did I write he tried to singe a song I thunk I wrote that wrong, I think that what i meant to write he couldn't sung a song.

don't they seem to realise I suffer from lexdysia, my mind races ahead of itself it makes my fingers busier.
I know I have written something wrong, try as hard as I might if I don't stop correcting myself I'll be here all day and night.

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Written on 2021-08-02 at 16:13

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
It must be so difficult to have to contend with such a condition for the condition itself. But then, add people's lack of empathy or understanding as to what it means to live with it compounds the suffering on very deep levels, I've learned from the few friends I know who deal with it too. I don't know why people get so mean when they don't understand something. But I'm so glad that you didn't let it stop you from writing your wonderful story-poems! You are talented and it'd be a right shame that you don't share that talent! Thank you for the opportunity, it's always a pleasure to read you.