I'm so frustrated that I wrote a poem

I'm sorry, I insist
People look like this
When they're listening to you
I'm listening to you. I didn't understand
Not because I didn't listen
But because I am slow
I'm sorry, but it's true
Slow people can do
Really well on their tests
I did well on my tests
Not for being a genius
But for only studying
When time was pressure

I'm sorry, I insist
I'm not hurling excuses
Dressed as diagnoses
I only learned about myself
A few days ago
When i listened
I really listened, to that child
Demanding to be heard
In a room that muffled her cries
She cried and she cried.
I swear she's always been there
But i just hadn't heard
Because I was listening to you

I insist.