This Is Dyslexia

Dyslexia.

Dyslexia.

Teh monster that riuned my life.

The monster that ruined my life.

Can you see wyh he haunts me?

Can you see why he haunts me?

I can't stnad seeing my wordl in bits.

I can't stand seeing my world in bits.

Sometiems, I see things straihgt.

Sometimes, I see things straight.

But most of the tiem, everything is backawrds.

But most of the time, everything is backwards.

There are times wores than otehrs.

There are times worse than others.

Sometimse it's evrey wrod.

Sometimes it's every word.

Sometimes I get a whloe clean senetnce.

Sometimes I get a whole clean sentence.

Btu mostly, it's all gibberihs.

But mostly, it's all gibberish.

I wish I could raed normally.

I wish I could read normally.

Then I cuold really be an author.

Then I could really be an author

I would notiec my little typos.

I would notice my little typos.

Adn things would maek more senes.

And things would make more sense.

Now yuo see how it feesl.

Now you see how it feels.

To see everythign backwards.

To see everything backwards.

To read evertyhing wrnog.

To read everything wrong.

To be huimliatde in front of a clsas.

To be humiliated in front of a class.

To not reailze that yuo wrote it rihgt the frist time.

To not realize that you wrote it right the first time.

Weclome to how I reda.

Welcome to how I read.