I am dangerously optimistic.
I am often late without any excuses.
I am a motormouth. I am good in small doses.
I am forgetting why I entered a room, and I am leaving it again.
I am aware of how much time I am taking.
I am aware of how much time I have wasted,
I am finding forgotten produce in the fridge.
I am full up on theme tunes and drunk on jingles.
I am shouting spoonerisms at you whilst you speak.
I am the fun in dysfunction and the pulse in impulsive.
I am a novelty - a silly goose.
I am trying to be palatable, chill, loose.
I am taking Elvanse during the day.
I am taking Nytol at night, I am turning them to the side so the N is a Zed.
I am unsure if I am alright, I am still restless in bed.
I am overwhelmed by to-do lists with no idea where to begin.
I am drowning in post it notes, alarms and doom bins.
I am trying to convince myself that I am worth anything,
I am firing on all cylinders. I am a shot of espresso.
I am a morale booster, until I burn out.
I am the colleague you pray doesn’t quit because it ‘just won’t be the same without.'
I am a bad listener and compulsive speaker.
I am the biggest energy in the room I forget I entered.
I am a social butterfly that's constantly drained of social energy.
I am forgetting to keep in contact with friends and family.
I am trying to take control of my life, again, and again.
I am a self-sabotaging mid-twenties shoplifter.
I am venting my problems to the security guard, who wants to go home to his wife.
I am let go without even a warning.
I am not in control of my life.
I am now understanding my preteen Kleptomania.
I am finding it ironic that I am a Dyspraxic Libra.
I am the master of nothing, jack of some trades, if I get really good as soon as I partake.
I am unable to stop verbally digging my own grave.
I am frequently mislaying my shovels and spades.
I am working on my sense of direction.
I am confused by patterns and bad at estimation.
I am frequently caught off guard by my own menstruation.
I am underprepared for most situations.
I am bad at being early - unless I avoid sleep.
I am jealous of androids and their electric sheep.
I am forgetting about the existence of automatic payments, and subscriptions, and clear pay installments.
I am over the mourning of what I could have been.
I am over sharing to build self-esteem.
I am avoiding negative coping mechanisms.
I am trying to remember positive affirmations.
I am bad at sitting still. I am bad at meditation.
I am listening to Ram Dass for inspiration.
I am talking down to myself far less.
I am in therapy to unlearn and to address.
I am taking control of my impulses.
I am outsourcing control of my finances.
I am my biggest critic and toughest love.
I am not my failures. I am not my victories.
I am not my symptoms, and I am not my diagnosees.
I am giving myself credit because credit is overdue.
I am bored of this poem. I am sure you are too.