If i can make 3 more good poems then im gonna start a poem-book collection and then sell it and make money to help the kids. and people with adhd. is there a adhd charity/foundation? perhaps i'll start my own...
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just sitting here on my computer chair
in an overwhelming wave of my own despair
forever a prisoner of my own mind
desire burns in me for my own kind
always surrounded but somehow alone
so these feelings inside will never be shown.
critisized and tormented for things i cant do
but i really am trying..if only they knew
'its not in my head' i tell them each day
but it only results in my thickening dismay
which is why i seclude in my own isolation
and ponder the reason of my damned creation
i try to be strong for as long as i can stand
and believe in myself; holding my own hand.
in the midst of their hate that always provokes fight
i sometimes do wonder, could they be right?
am i really what they say? thats all and nothing more?
that i'm just too stupid to correctly choose the door
that leads me to a future that promises normality
and helps me not make more mistakes cuz i can see clearly?
sometimes i feel these things; the pain of immaculate size
but i say "dont cry susan..." and i dry my teary eyes.
and then i look up and i pray to my god, "lord please help them see..
that i'm special and truly care, please teach them how to love me."