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I can't do - a villanelle style poem

Summary:

A villanelle style, autobiographical poem about growing up with undiagnosed neurodivergence. Dedicated to anyone who always knew they were different, but weren't sure why.

Notes:

Hi! This is my first post on here. I've been really getting into writing poetry recently; I wrote this in my English class and was quite proud of it. Any feedback/constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!

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There is nothing that I cannot do.

It's not a matter of intelligence, I am simply just lazy.

The tasks I struggle over are easy to you.

 

I am very capable; a smart person, it’s true

I can spell long words, I read chapter books daily

There is nothing that I cannot do.

 

I just don’t make an effort, can’t be bothered to

Keep my room clean, do my homework, it drives everyone crazy.

The tasks I panic over are easy to you.

 

I notice that I’m different, and lonely, too,

I don’t know if I can believe them when my parents tell me:

There is nothing that I cannot do.

 

How to explain why I don’t do what I’m supposed to?

Everyone can do it, so I must be stupid, but you see,

The tasks I stress over are easy to you.

 

My friends don’t get it, my teacher is angry,

The more I struggle, the more I despise me.

There should be nothing that I can’t do.

But the tasks I cry over are easy to you.

Notes:

Thanks so so so so much for reading! If you related to this poem in any way, please know you're not alone. The only way you are ever going to be able to reach your potential is if you are kind to yourself. You cannot bully yourself into "being better", it never ever works (I should know; I tried it for years). Please look after yourselves, you are more incredible than you know. Much love Xx