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Ms. Diagnosed

I can't remeber the ABC'S
So the teachers say somethings wrong with me
My mind can't tell if that's 9 or 6
So every one says my brian is sick
If I cant sit still or my mind runs free
Then doctors say I've A.D.D
When I complain of excess stress
People excuse it with she's depressed
Suppose I say that I'm scared, can't breathe
It's assumed I've anexity
And everyone who is just like me
Is never known for who they'll be
We're excused because we're sick
But all we have are little ticks
No one sees us for who we are
When all we have are little scars.

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