You know what really grinds my gears? When you equate my delusions to your fears “I sometimes get that,” they say When I get it ten times a day But it doesn’t stop, no, not there Because there’s 90 other ways my day is your worst nightmare She complains when I’m being distant But I’m not far away, I’m not existent When you’re getting your house and kids and doctorate I’ve just figured out how to be physically literate And when your sprouts turn to hopeful teenagers I’m lucky to have sorted out all my angers All these woke people proclaim in public they’re here when it gets tough So I say hello in DMs, but man their schedule is rough But hey that’s cool You got your public virtue And the people who talk Repeat their peers Giving me advice that I’ve practiced for over 10 years Be frugal Be mindful Eat all the right food Be honest Be active Try kundalini in the nude But if god is psychosis Than I am your priest So why am I starving While all of you feast? I am gifted with A Beautiful Mind Conquered my illness, but cannot find The comfort they said was possibility Under a system that says I am free But systems are a machine Precise and clean One size fits all But ignores the separate, the original I have the gift But refuse to grift So for answers I wait While I try to innovate Some kind of size that will fit On an Earth built on bullshit Our world is broken, we agree Yet keep teaching thousands years aged philosophy So to this, I decree From disability I am free Because my disease is but simply An affliction of poverty
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