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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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