I look up and down, I look around,
In my suffocating bubble that can't be found
By anyone else, if only they were me,
I'm just a child of ADHD.
Is it my tears, or just my mind?
That makes this bubble so hard to find,
This colourful world only seen by me,
Seen by a child of ADHD.
I fought so hard to pop this thing,
I kicked and screamed, I prayed for wings
To fly away, so I could be free,
Free from the hell of ADHD.
But when I fought, it seemed so small,
This bubble of mine, these closing walls,
Why couldn't I be who I wanted to be?
Not just a child of ADHD.
I'm now beginning to accept who I am,
I'm still a person, with a life and a plan,
I'll show those doubters, yes they will see
That I'm not just a child of ADHD.