Adhd Poem by Sarah Rose

ADHD was a strange child.
He was always wearing mismatched clothes.
He never could pay attention
The teachers didn't know what to do with him.
He was a bright child but couldn't stay on topic.
And he often repeated himself.
He was always laughing and moving.
He chased butterflies in his freetime.
Excitement used to play with him.
The last time I saw him he was being dragged away.
To be put in a asylum.
"I am not crazy"
He cried as they took him away.