I AM NOT MY MIND

Flying off the hook, they're calling me unstable
My hands are fists underneath the table
They judge who I am on my mental state
Why can't I ever catch a break

Fighting the urge to scream out loud
That wouldn't get me far now
It's amazing how much I can rage
Without my mouth making a sound

When I research them, they describes me
But when I use it, they defy me
"Attention seeker", "always wants more"
But this is who I am to my core
My core

I "function too well" to bе autistic
Sorry, am I being pessimistic?
It's all well and finе when they say it
But god forbid that I accept it

"Wasted potential", "so sad that she gave up"
Maybe it's because I'm not making this up?
I have these things that you don't see
But that doesn't mean they aren't a part of me

I have these things deep inside
But I just wanted to remind
Everyone who says otherwise, that
I am not my mind
I am not my mind
I am not my mind