You have never been the most patient

You can sit still and you can listen

But it takes too much concentration

So you interrupt and move around instead

You feel guilty and you try to stop but it’s so hard

Random thoughts intrude your mind’s

Cluttered emptiness

Blurt them out, one by one, with zero context

I’ll look at you strange

Say, “I don’t get it”

Which hurts you less now that you’re used to

Not being understood

You are like me; we are both human

But I have an easier time not getting distracted

You get caught staring, spaced out, in so many classes

You can barely retain more important information

Yet recite whole passages from things you haven’t even re-read

Because that’d probably bore you to death

It’s fun to get fixated

You have started writing so many stories that way

I can take a guess at how many you’ve managed to finish

As for eye contact, you’ve nearly perfected it

You don’t want to do anything, you need to do more

Tell yourself to start but nothing will work

Repetition kills your cat, curiosity brings it back

Time is truly a mysterious concept, isn't it?

“You’re too intense”

Your brain is at war