Slow Cheetah


I run like a cheetah but to others I am slow
The pains I have in my mind are out of control
This syndrome I can’t get out of my head
Triggers me every night in bed
I can’t do nothing about it
God made me this way and I am not ashamed
I am a cheetah in other races but in school I have unknown different cases
Where heads turn and see a normal person
Inside is a mental condition of unaware discretion.

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