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