So a few days ago i was thinking about life, my past, family issues and such. It led me to write this spoken word. I am by no means a poet, professional author or whatever, but i write my thoughts, feelings, opinions and beliefs from time to time. This word is partly testimony, partly things i have seen, felt, thought, its not 100% all my story. But here goes nothing.
DIAGNOSIS
Diagnosis is a cage cant explain my silent rage, marked on the outside by F bombs and throwin toms. But what they don't see is mommy and daddy influencing me. Autism is the excuse, it hides well mental abuse. Confusion is doped up with pills, Adderall that will cure your ill. I am just a child but a sponge, its not my diagnosis to blame. Its the cage they put me in to hide the real shame. Stop with the labels that don't solve the issue, you wouldn't give a guy with a slit throat a tissue. Enough with the band aids and the denial, its time to be real and let your heart have a fair trial. For if honesty is the best policy then honestly why is the school system trying to medicate me instead of educate me? Labels are another cover up band aid, well I've had it to here with this charade. Yes mental illness, autism, impairment, and cognitive delay exist, but to often they're scape goats for mommy's tiffs and daddy's harsh words. Instead of a blessing its a curse, another brick in the already heavy pack. And all they say is Adderall, beatings, shock therapy, and counseling. They cover up instead of heal, numb instead of feel. So what little johnny throws a desk or says FU to the teacher. At the rate this is going he'll hang himself by the bleachers. Oh thats harsh did he really say that? Yes, wake up and start to see, its not always "diagnosis" to blame. Your kids a sponge he absorbs what you feed. So no you don't have a pissed off retard, you have a child expressing pain, confusion, and hurt. I say all this cause i was that kid. Rocky home life, hated in school. Oh he must need to be doped up cause little miss preppy got threatened by him. He must be special needs cause he cant sit still, he comes to church in tears. He has long hair, he don't listen to the same bands others his age do. He must be gay cause he's the only 12 year old without a harem. He threatens to kill just to get them off his back so he can do his math. He's retarded, a fag, a loner, needs meds, he's a danger to the general population. He needs a diagnosis. But NEVER do they stop and ask hey hows home? You seem sad lets talk. Talk before you lose the chance.
Diagnosis is a cage cant explain my silent rage, marked on the outside by F bombs and throwin toms. But what they don't see is mommy and daddy influencing me. Autism is the excuse, it hides well mental abuse. Confusion is doped up with pills, Adderall that will cure your ill. I am just a child but a sponge, its not my diagnosis to blame. Its the cage they put me in to hide the real shame. Stop with the labels that don't solve the issue, you wouldn't give a guy with a slit throat a tissue. Enough with the band aids and the denial, its time to be real and let your heart have a fair trial. For if honesty is the best policy then honestly why is the school system trying to medicate me instead of educate me? Labels are another cover up band aid, well I've had it to here with this charade. Yes mental illness, autism, impairment, and cognitive delay exist, but to often they're scape goats for mommy's tiffs and daddy's harsh words. Instead of a blessing its a curse, another brick in the already heavy pack. And all they say is Adderall, beatings, shock therapy, and counseling. They cover up instead of heal, numb instead of feel. So what little johnny throws a desk or says FU to the teacher. At the rate this is going he'll hang himself by the bleachers. Oh thats harsh did he really say that? Yes, wake up and start to see, its not always "diagnosis" to blame. Your kids a sponge he absorbs what you feed. So no you don't have a pissed off retard, you have a child expressing pain, confusion, and hurt. I say all this cause i was that kid. Rocky home life, hated in school. Oh he must need to be doped up cause little miss preppy got threatened by him. He must be special needs cause he cant sit still, he comes to church in tears. He has long hair, he don't listen to the same bands others his age do. He must be gay cause he's the only 12 year old without a harem. He threatens to kill just to get them off his back so he can do his math. He's retarded, a fag, a loner, needs meds, he's a danger to the general population. He needs a diagnosis. But NEVER do they stop and ask hey hows home? You seem sad lets talk. Talk before you lose the chance.
