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A world full of doubt, skies clouded.
Roads do not seem clear, yet we still continue driving.
Through the fog, aiming towards our destination,
is it okay to become lost?
Cant you hear it?there is musicfrom behind the walls.whimsical windits callingbegginglisten listen listen
I love you
Yes, I love you immensely but
the inevitable
is inevitable
Everyone gets bored.
People like you and me,
get bored so easily.
The most exciting people to me
To my fifth-grade Language Arts Teacher,
I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for everything you have given me!
Thank you for how you treated me!
Dear Attention Deficit Disorder,
I would appreciate you more if you were further away,
If you were something to march for,
Not something to fight,
It's not fun to live this way,
I want out.
I think I am strong
Because I said I could be
Because I have a 4.388 GPA
Because I come from a loving home
Because I hold a national title
Because I work hard
Because I want to be
The world of a girl who could kind
It's a world of okay
a world of enough
the only thing you can do is at the whisp of a brush
and everyone knows you can't
it's a world of no risks
ADD
ADHD
OCD
BPD
PTSD
Depression
Anxiety
Dementia
You may think I'm just listing mental disorders
And I sort of am.
These disorders have one connection.
Me.
I have attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder - inattentive subtype
a.k.a. ADD
which means
my mind works differently from most
My thoughts scatter as my body
swells in its confinement
i feel i am coming apart
As if each part of me repels all others
am breaking
Away, my parts moving of their own volition
I am a series of syllables,
Thrown together with whimsy and chance.
I am a sea of endless thoughts with waves so large they threaten to pull me under and drown me.
He’s a robot
A zombie
Just empty and numb
Eyes vacant and glossy
Mouth quiet and dumb.
His hands are still
So they reached their goal.
The meds sat him down
When Tad
Was a very shy Lad
He gave it all he had
And that was just too bad
But at least he wasn't a Cad
But that would of made him mad
So for that he was glad
And at least he can add
This stress triggers my anxietybecause I can’t handle you being mad at mefor any reason. It makes me nervous.I think, "Do I really deserve this?"or is my mind just ten steps ahead of reality?
I believed it was good to care,
But I didn't know there was a limit,
Everytime there was bad, I tried to be strong like a bear,
Caring too much is overwhelming, and now I believe it,
I try to count the ceiling fan blades as they swirl around,People thought this was cute when I was
Teacher, before we start the dramatics,
Before the sighs begin.
I would like for you to know
about what really happens within.
Yes, sir; the problem IS written clearly on the board.
The nights are blue, as well as my shoe.
You make me ill i really must spillMy failure to keep my gpa strongYou must be upset the add's not goneThis has no rhyme but i hope i get a dime!
Watching me. Faces turn.
Feel the rush of warm tingling blood rise angrily and burn.
Flutter of the wings of Butterfly's who can't be placid. Placid.
Swelling up is the taste of searing acid.
Constanly contamplating, consistently innovating
no matter what day, no matter what time
always wanting to be free of thoughts that are mine
these ideas inside my head, wont alow me to sleep
Clickity clackity whirrrrrrr zip zap
Whispering chatter head starts to hurt
Squeakity squakity crickity crack
Musical distraction focus is blurred
Coping mechanisms have increased
Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder
Relapses from what I once was
From what I once did
