my poem about living with adhd

«just try harder» it’s heartbreaking how we spend our lives just to get things done it is our special sort of crimes we had no idea, who we were «why you’re so daydreaming?» they would ask and who we are, without blinding past? mature and sensitivity laziness or dopamine’s tasks? their tips are never worked out shame and guilty – our friends with the masks never fit in for all of their homes where have you been mysterious Mr. Holmes? where is this place, I’m so tired of hopes but at the end of the days there’s the people helping people we’re stuck in our own brains that’s why they called us «fairies» my creativity – my phoenix empathy – my way to build brave form hyperactivity – is my beloved storm and finally, attention – I’ll figure out My new reborn. 🪽💫