Attention D

Some may think i'm lazy,
Or ignorant or forgetful,
Some may think i'm sensitive,
Loud and then still,
Don't know how I live.
What some don't realise,
Is the overwhelming discomfort
When words meet too many,
And in my eyes
I create a fort to deflect the many.
The bordem makes my skin crawl,
And the listening takes all of my all.
For my brain runs constant lines, has no order,
This is defined as attention d- oh look a butterfly.