Anonymous poem from a Young Partner
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When the world becomes too much
Please, I ask, try not to judge
The way I act is how I express
All the overwhelm and stress
My mind will spin and my vision blur
It’s kind of hard to form actual words
And I won’t know what to do;
I won’t know how to speak to you
Sometimes I might yell, even hit out
Occasionally I can be loud or shout
But other times I just shut down
Crawl into a ball and block out sound
When people get angry; tell me I’m a child
Or worse, that I’ve been acting spoilt
I wish that I was not like this
And sometimes, like I dont exist
It really makes me angry at myself
I feel frustrated; it doesn’t help
What I need is some understanding
Not to be told that I’m demanding
Please give me space and time instead
To cope, with everything inside my head
I need space to process, and to deal
So I can think through how I feel.
And I know – it seems a lot to ask…
But this is me, trying to unmask.