Misfires

Sometimes my brain misfires

And it causes me to not think correctly

I’ll ask stupid questions

And assume the wrong thing

So your responses become angry

Or at least that’s how I perceive them

A simple misfire causes me lots of problems

Since if I were to try and explain them to you

You’d look at me like I am crazy

Because I don’t know why I feel the way I do

Or why my brain misfires all that I know is that it does

I can give you warnings to let you know

But then you might argue

“Why can’t you stop it?”  

Well I can’t control how my brain fires

But if I could I most certainly would

So that way I would no longer misfire

Hollow-point rounds that are so unforgiving

As they rack through my brain scrambling my mind

So that I’m always in the wrong

Or at least that’s how it feels

Just like when I misperceive what you’re saying

And when I misread those texts with that tone in my head

The tone that no matter how it read it it’s always

That angry condescending tone echoing in my head

Shrinking me down until I’m nothing more than

An exoskeleton

Lifeless and soulless just going with the flow

Until life floods back into me

Allowing my brain to fire correctly

Without the damaging effects