Stim

Don’t move your hands like that

Stop bouncing your leg, it’s distracting

Don’t talk to yourself

This isn’t about what I want

It’s about what the world expects

Is it? Is it really that binary?

Why couldn’t it have been both?

Why were you unable to admit that it was personal?

Was it because you couldn’t stand to see the damage you had done

Making me shape myself to please you?

I know I shouldn’t be hard on you,

You had to deal with your own problems

But all I would have wanted was a little slack

To have it be okay to say things under my breath

To bounce my leg or move my hands.

This is who I am,

And it can’t get zapped out of me.