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 © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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