To A Worried Parent Poem by Julia Boon

Your worried and scared,
You know something in me is impaired.
Running your hands though your hair,
Your God doesn't heed your prayer.
Your seeking answers in this scary world,
I couldn't help it, here I was hurled,
My core is melting silently,
I'm resisting violently,
I've experienced the travesties,
Brought on by families,
I refuse to make apologies;
In a war there are casualties.
I zone out at the worst times,
I can't read between the lines.
I'm lost in your neurotypical realm,
I'm so overwhelmed,
Just leave me behind,
I won't mind.
Don’t be worried.
Don't be scared.
I couldn't care, remember? I'm impaired.