I know I am dyslexic,
Not all that alphabetic,
I feel so pathetic,
I really do try my best
Never to achieve above the rest.
I slowly turn the pages of a book,
I peep, I look,
I feel terror creeping up on me,
The words like to play a game of their own,
They can hear me moan,
They confuse me, they abuse me,
Until I lay the book down,
They see me frown.
It's not easy being dyslexic,
I guess I just have to accept it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem