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Explaining ADHD To My Best Friend: A Conversation (Inspired by Explaining My Depression To My Mother: A Conversation)
Susana, I have a superpower
It’s not the best superpower
But it’s not the worst either
It’s called ADHD
Meaning ‘Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder’
She asks “Well, what does it do?”
Well I’ll tell you
It distracts me from anything important
From listening to a teacher talk about the history of the Hoover Dam
To listening two kids talking about how they’ll skip class to smoke weed
Unfortunately I can’t control my power
As it controls me to not learn easily
She looks at me and says “That’s not a superpower, that’s a curse”
I’m not finished yet
It also gave me my youth
Meaning I’m not those girls who act like adults
Who always have a ton of makeup
And always facetune their photos on Instagram
If anything I’m the opposite of that
I wear childish things and love to play around
I may be immature but that doesn’t matter
I’m happy
She says “Do people make fun of you of your power?”
Sus, if they did, then I would be dead
If anything some do know, some don’t
Those who do ask ‘What does it feel like’
Suzie asked “Well, what does it feels like?”
It feels wonderful
Yet awful
It feels like music
Always stuck in my head
It sets me free
But sometimes it traps me
No matter where I go
The song never changes
And it’s a good thing
Because I don’t want it to
Susana asked “And if it does?”
Then it’ll change back
It always does
“Can’t you change it?”
No
“Why?”
I told you
It controls me
I don’t control it
In the end my friend
I have a power
Called ADHD
I hate it
But I love it
It may control me
But it makes me
How I am
What I am
And who I am

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I have ADHD and this poem is about explaining my best friend about my disorder in a unique way.