I Know Everyone is Being Diagnosed with ADHD But I Think I Might Really Have It

Half-finished, half-thoughts, where was I going?

Sure I’m not better, but I’m better off knowing.

What I’m trying to explain is that my train of thought

rarely stays on track, rarely gets where it ought.

And if I can’t explain, how will you know

what a struggle it is backstage of this show?

I’ve heard it called masking, I’m not sure that’s right.

Rather my whole personality, is pretending I’m alright.

So remind me your name and what you just said,

and I’m sorry that your text was left sitting on read.

I’ve got to find my keys, my phone, and my wallet,

and ask so-and-so about the, what do you call it?

I’ve lost the word, so we’ll just do without.

Did I leave the oven on? …we were talking about?

Right, my brain works neurotypically,

and you might not believe because you can’t see.

A point of pride really, I’m told that I’m good

at only letting my face show what it should.

Except all the people who mistakenly thought,

I hated them when I most certainly did not.

I’m not sure of my point, but I know it’s important,

I’m sure I’ll remember if you just give me a moment.