Hi, guys. I hope I’m not making a nuisance of myself - If I am, just let me know and I will delete this.
I have a more personal poem that I was finally able to bring myself to finish. And even though it kind of scares me, I want to share it if that’s okay.
Why don’t I ever remember
The things I am expected to?
Why do I question and resist,
Why do I say I want to help,
But hate being told what to do?
Why can’t I just stay still like you,
Why can’t I sit a normal way?
Why must I fidget and pick and
Tear myself to little pieces?
Why can’t I just stick with one thing
For longer than fifteen minutes?
Why so many things that I start,
But then I never finish them?
How is it I keep babbling,
But I never know what to say?
Why must I be so sensitive?
Why does my mind never sh*t up,
Even when it is breaking down?
Why am I so self-destructive,
Saying things I don’t really mean,
Creating a fight from nothing?
Why am I always unhappy,
Why do I have an attitude?
Why do I cry at unimportant things,
But can’t cry when someone dies?
Why does it just get stuck inside?
I couldn’t answer the questions.
I did not know why, I just knew
That something rattled deep inside,
Something I felt but couldn’t see.
I tried to wrap tape around it,
I tried to glue it back together,
Because I always thought it was
Merely another broken piece.
I thought I was a broken piece,
A puzzle with something missing.
I thought something was wrong with me,
And I couldn’t seem to fix it.
I never knew that I belonged
To a whole different puzzle,
One with irregular pieces,
Pieces that with shapes akin to mine.
I never knew there was this thing,
This thing they call ADHD.