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Jan 2020
“Pay attention!” They exclaim.
I felt myself fading and
My whole body floods with blame.
If they only knew
How full I am of shame.
I hate knowing that
“Air-head” should be my name.

Hyper focus is my super power
Which Normies don’t understand.
My lack of attention in some areas
Creates an excess and focus in others.
Inability of regulating my brain
Allows for individuality and creativity to bloom.

“Wasted potential,” they judge.
The disappointment
Can really be too much.
When I’m upset
I’m likely to hold grudge
Because I don’t know how
To tell them, “Please don’t misjudge!”

Hyper sensitivity makes me feel deeply
Which the majority can’t comprehend.
My emotions rule my actions.
My sensitivity makes me more compassionate
And understanding to loved ones.

Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder
ADHD is its name
However I don’t see it as a deficit.
Different attention is it’s game.
Written by
Meghan Cruse
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