In my early childhood days of school,
I was "weird", couldn't concentrate on rules,
relating to subjects I was subjected to.
I was sent to the principal or ignored as a fool.

"Focus", they'd say.
Which was just hocus pocus.
Back then there was no treatment
for what I had.
"He's short on attention."
"The span of an infant."
"He's being rebellious."
"He makes us so mad."

Those dry conversations, no doubt had before me,
I cannot remember, I'm sure they took place.
The stammering faces of angry old teachers,
I do not recall well, they're shadows quite vague.
I was locked in my bubble of attention deficit,
a modern term to describe a wandering mind.
My high school g.p.a. was **** poor. I still passed.
Today I finish short books from time to time.

If you're a young kid suffering from a.d.d., bless you.
There's hope for you yet with psychiatric care.
Me I've gained patience from this "new" disorder.
And now I ignore all I don't want to hear.