Here comes ADHD
She is imaginative, inventive, her mind forever wandering
She can be whoever she wants to be
Is she able to bring her thoughts into creations?
She forgets, she procrastinates, sensory overload
Here comes anxiety
She is responsible, careful, wise
She can do whatever she wants to do
Is she able to go through with it?
She is exposed, fearful, cries
Here I come
I am hoping, wishing, dreaming
Who really am I?
I am a quitter, pessimistic, distressed
— Now read this backwards
[trx_infobox style=”regular” closeable=”no” icon=”icon-feather” color=”#000000″ bg_color=”#FFF646″ top=”inherit” bottom=”inherit” left=”inherit” right=”inherit”]“I was born in Toronto, raised in Guelph. I’m a second year sociology student at the University of Guelph. I love the places where I’ve lived, I’ve travelled, and people I’ve met. I write to express my gratitude as well as my grief towards what has transpired to make me who I am today.” —Fatima Buela[/trx_infobox]
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