My Disorder
I'm not crazy, I just have a disorder.
It does not have a name
It’s like everything around me is intensified by 10
The sound of a page turning is like a train, a jet, and thunder inside my head
It strikes at night
Everything I touch is like fire, hot coals, and lava mixed in a pot of boiling water
I look at light
And instead of a bulb on a lamp
It’s like I’m standing 2 inches away from the sun
Even when it’s night
The flashing light on my phone is blinding
Instead of a slow pulse it’s a strobe light
It’s like a rave that I don’t want to be at
Except instead of EDM it’s
glass shattering
Pans banging against each other
A plane propeller
My face is tense
My body is stiff
Fingers gripping the cover for dear life
And I know what I’m hearing is not real
In actuality it’s the tapping of a key board, flicking the ashes from my cigarette, and the fan on low
I’m not crazy
I just have a disorder
About the Creator
Kailey Lynn
Kailey, a small and unnoticeable ant in a field of lions. Her life is like riding the never ending merry go round with pictures and videos playing of everything bad that's ever happened, memories plastered on the walls for everyone to see.
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