The Outsider
Living in an altered state, how did things become this way?
Raise your hand if you would like to speak;
And keep your butt glued to that seat
Many others live this way, but I can’t keep my mind at bay
Conforming to the rules they’d speak, like little puppets on a string
Passion growing in my feet, the fire burning takes my seat
As I’m standing, they say “sit down”
But all I ever hear are sounds
I never raise my hand to speak, disrespectful to say the least
I wonder if they’ll notice me;
A child who struggles with ADHD
I know I’ve always been this way, an outsider in a way
But look at me, I’m living free
And becoming what they never thought I’d be
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