Treasure Island

Kailee Falvo


Focus/ADHD


That five letter word is all I
hear. (focus!)
That five letter word is what I can’t sometimes
do. (focus!)
That five-letter word brings me to
tears. (focus!)
That five letter word is my
life. (Focus!)

I’m not stupid;
I just learn differently.
I can’t sit still in a chair,
But I can’t make you laugh.

This gift is my life;
Without it, I wouldn’t be the same.
It has its ups and downs
that makes me lose faith,
until I remember I’m unique
Beause of it.

It’s not a disorder’
Why do they call it that?
I’m not different;
So why are you laughing?

Yeah I have ADHD,
If you havent noticed
I love it,
Because I put the “H” in
ADHD.

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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