Adhd Is

Feeling like I can’t and you can
Cease to steady, my own hands
Trying to please, for affirmation
Seeing no potential in my creations

Knowing the result before beginning 
Only finding pleasure, when, sinning
A sense of guilt, when raving mad
Imagining emotions, you may have had

Wearing your shoes, neglecting my own
Only escaping, when completely alone 
Loving my neighbors and despising them too
Never quite catching, up to you

Beginning every day, with the same goal
Do something that matters, become, whole
Ending each night, at war with myself
Replaying my failures and emotions, felt
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Lamoureux Avatar
March 11, 2020 at 9:12 AM
The eternal struggle. You have expressed it eloquently. We all occupy our shadowed places. Pleasure feeds our demons.
Turner Avatar
March 8, 2020 at 12:08 PM
Anna, take it from one who knows. Don't beat yourself up for being flawed. Your flaws are there to remind you that none of us are perfect. You must always be true to yourself. Finding inner peace is a life long search for many. Just continue to be Anna:) I know you still like to have fun because I have read your poems. Let the little girl inside come out to play more often Life is too short to worry about our imperfections. Laugh everyday!!!
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March 5, 2020 at 6:46 PM
I want to clink glasses and give you a hug. No words, yours are perfect. xomo
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