Attention Deficit All Alone (ADAA
Attention Deficit All Alone
(ADAA)
By Derick Gentner
The crumple of paper in the hall, a pen hitting the floor,
I have to see and hear and know it all, it could just be a door or it could be something more,
My teachers say it’s distracting, I say it’s interesting,
My parents say it’s bad, I say it’s fun,
My Doctor says it’s a problem, I ask
“How is it wrong?”
They want me to take pills that taste vile and will make me boring,
They mess with mind keep me awake and I listen to everyone snoring,
I don’t eat, I can’t sleep and when no one will listen I ask myself,
“How is this better?”
Why should I get rid of something that makes me unique?
I see everything and can’t focus in a boring classroom with its four walls all white,
I stare out the window while the teacher talks wishing with all my heart that I could be out there,
I read books galore of adventure, Mystery and more,
Simply to escape this drugged up life that is such a bore,
I will write until my hand is sore of heroes and monsters and treasure galore,
Only I won’t because everyone said that something was wrong with me,
They said it was bad so much that I believed them,
So I take my medicine and go through the day,
All the while wondering why they like me this way.