How do they see me?
things move fast, my body races always
seems like everyone doesn't know me
when I sit, my body is still moving, racing
hard to pay attention, they call it ADHD
I'm i the only one, who feels like this
is the rest of the world moving slower than me.
There are a few friends who really see me, others see the weird part of me
they stand at a distance, because they really don't know me
the challenge I've been given doesn't seem fair to me
i try really hard to fit in, but they don't see me.
I know what works for me, but it not the same of what others see.
ADHD..always damn hard to deal with
I hide myself in what helps me the most....wrestling lets them see the strength in me, this is how I can make a name for me...
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