My name is Bobby I have A.D.D.,
Kids at school laugh at me.
Saying I am dumb that is just not true,
I want to learn but don't know how to.
When others laugh it makes me cry,
My mom cries to I do not know why.
Mother insists I have a heart of gold,
She knew this before I was two years old.
My family gets upset not knowing how to help,
While attempting homework sometimes will yell.
Reading is hard to understand for me,
Math sometimes makes me scream!
Teachers say I am a problem child,
During school time I act wild.
The moment when my activity I cannot halt,
The way I behave is not my fault.
Others belittle me I want to cry,
Why can't I learn? Why? Why? Why?
Thoughts at night keep me from sleep.
Concept of time I am unable to keep.
It hurts my heart insults I must listen to,
Impossible explaining. What will I do?
I went to a specialist, he gave me Adderall
He promises it will help me, I pray that it will.
And now I go to a wonderful school,
I am understanding a lot, School is cool.
All the kids have difficulty learning,
With teachers help an education we are learning.
They have a thing called an I.E.P.
It assist in reaching Where I Need To Be.
It may sound complicated, but really its not.
Measures the amount of knowledge I have got.
We do not get grades, but that is okay,
Since I totally learn new things every day.
My mom still cries but tears of joy,
Because the people there know I AM a good boy.
By Shelia
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