Fall 2021 | Occasus | Issue 11.2

The Tangled Web

Carrie,
 
AND NOW, AT TIMES,
 
I realize I lack
               Attention to my feelings and
it gives me a Deficit.
                     My Hyperactivity has a name and
                     I call my Disorder Lyric because when
                                             I let her free to sing her songs,
                                             she cooperates
                                                            with me.

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I KNOW THE GIFTED

are slammed with loud labels, and
 
it may be RCZAY that I believe there’s hope in the darkness.

Living in shadows made me NOIDARAP enough to see my-
self through the windows that were all around me.

Sleeping on the streets, moving from place to place, driving long distances and staying alone all night in the woods doesn’t make me ANTI-SOCIAL.

I like to hang out of my meatsac, you know? I’m proud to say the world is my THERAPY.

Now unscramble the perspective and look at it this way    ;

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M Y S U P E R P O W E R

lets me see the world differently,

but my thoughts repeat rapidly.

It’s hard to decipher which voice

is wiser, and sometimes I don’t k-

now what’s screaming at me. I c-

an’t disown ability because some

one awaits expectedly chucking

textbook words my way.

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B U T  S O M E T I M E S

i t ’ s  e a s y  t o  e n d  u p  s t u c k  i n  a  m i n d        
g  a  m  e   o  f   y  o  u  r   o  w  n   m  a  k  i  n  g   w  h 
e  n   y  o  u   s  t  a  r  t   t  h  i  n  k  i  n  g   y  o  u  ’r  e 
c              r             a           z           y,       t         o         o.

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THEY’RE JUST words:

UNRELIABLE
FLAKY
FAILURE
DROPOUT
LOSER
UNRESPONSIBLE
ANNOYING
DISRUPTIVE
STUPID
EMOTIONAL
NOISY
RUDE
DISRESPECTFUL
LAZY
DEFIANT
UNCOOL
WEIRD
WACKY
STRANGE
 
 
 
 

THEY’RE JUST words, aren’t they?

Cassy Player is a poet studying English and Creative Writing at Western University. When not writing, she and hean be found happily dancing down the street for inspiration.