Yes, I am Dyslexic.

I am a school going child

Always labelled as brat.

I am hard headed, stubborn and wild

But why I am so do you want to know that?

They told I am dyslexic

It was like being in handcuffs.

My story is metric

I am living with it and that's enough.

Letters swirl in my notebook

Confused with b's and d's and p's and q's

Anyhow I read and write by hook or crook

Trial and error method is what I always choose.

Letters on a page appear blurry

Playing guitar whirls my worry.

I seem to them as a daydreamer

I will become a good reader as I am a firm believer.

All this frustrates me

Puts me in profound despair,

But I have to be patient

As time passes by I ll become sensible

Then I'll proudly say, "Yes I am dyslexic".