I remember as a child, and an adult,
when someone would
Talk to me, I could not concentrate on what
They were saying. It was as if I disengaged
From the person and surroundings. It was
Exhausting to be around other people and
I would isolate to avert any interaction with
Others. I don’t know if the person talking to
Me knew what was going on in my brain.
I think I became quite adept in not letting
Others know what I was thinking and the
Extreme stress I was experiencing.
(At least I hope so)
~~~
Pardon me for not
Listening to what
You say
For you see, my
Mind is on other
Things
A million miles away
I don’t live in
Today
There is a delay, a
Hesitation to
Respond
A filter in my brain
Goes round
And round
Repeating sounds
It pretends
To send
The message
But it is not quite sure
What to do
It was stolen long
Ago
Too young to
Understand and put
On hold!
~~~
One definition of distraction is
‘Something that takes your
Attention away from what you
Are suppose to be doing’
~~~
I would add ‘not able to live in
The moment’
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