Out of Myself

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.

A disorder they called it, haha.

More like a misnomer.

I wonder what they think when I tell them.

Some go - that makes sense, others I couldn't tell.

that’s right you couldn't

i didn't want you to know

the medicine I always take such a burden, but now a part of me

since I was but a single digit years old

I'm both scared and happy to let you know

I'm proud of who I am as a whole

this disorder used to eat me up

while I was holding off on eating

one of the side effects of cosurse.

Off course….


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