There’s always something in the way
There’s always something getting through
I’m finding it rather difficult
Finding a name for you.

You fill my mind with doubt


You make me insecure.


“It doesn’t flow and doesn’t rhyme;

Why can’t you write like her?”

You distract in the form of Facebook
In music
Friends

and food.


In something shiny
In something funny
In a writer’s cramp



Throughout my hand
That struggles to overcome you

I don’t know what to call you
Writers block? Maybe.
I change my mind, complete the rhyme,
And settle on A.D.D.