So hard to concentrate or focus
Tempertantrums, tempertantrums, screaming
So many books I want to read
Whenever I’m regulated, someone else is freaking out in my face, in my space.
Whenever I’m disregulated, I can’t see straight.
So much I want to do, learn
So much love in my heart
So much wanting people to be happy
But seeing so much unhappiness.