You ever feel like your brain’s a glitch loop,

But everyone around you’s just… buffering normal?

I smile to pass, laugh to mask—

But truthfully, I’m spinning fast

In a world that keeps asking me to slow down

Or disappear.

I tried to fit in.

It never fit back.

Some days the storm comes quiet

—no thunder, just weight.

Thoughts pull me under

before I even wake.

Too many styles, too many speeds—

I’m too much for this world’s needs.

But I’m still here.

Still wild.

Still me.

If I’m meant to fade, then let it be with fire.

This ain’t weakness—this is wires wrapped in choir.

They called it broken. I call it truth.

You want my silence? Sorry, I choose youth.

ADHD, anxiety, chaos and code—

You judge the storm,

but I am the mode.

I’m the fast lane, blink-and-miss-it brain,

Living ten lives in one day again.

One second calm, next I combust—

But in that chaos, I place my trust.

Hyperfocus sharp as knives,

Miss a cue, forget my lines.

But I create from shattered pace—

I don’t fit in. I bend the space.

Flashbacks flicker. Past misread.

They labeled me wrong. Fed me lead.

Told me I was too intense.

But none of them ever made sense.

I asked for help. They gave me shame.

But I burned through it just the same.

How did I live so muted,

So afraid to be un-suited?

But now I see:

My brain's not broken.

It's tuned to something wild and free.

Take a breath, follow your storm,

We were never meant to be uniform.

This isn’t weakness, this is art—

A beating mind with a rebel heart.

They said I’d fail, but I refuse.

I’m not their system—I’m my own muse.

ADHD, in all its forms—

This is me, in every storm.

Multitask queen, juggling flame,

You play by rules—I break the game.

Thoughts ricochet, no time to stall,

I rise in glitches. I own it all.

They tried to fix what made me rare—

But I unmasked and now I stare

Into the mirror and say, "I'm wild,

And that’s my power—unreconciled."

Misdiagnosed. Misunderstood.

But I kept going like a wildfire should.

Every label, every name—

None of them ever knew my flame.

Now the shame is ash,

The silence is dust—

And I speak for the ones

They said shouldn’t trust their guts.

I’m not your villain.

I’m not your cure.

I’m not here to perform being “pure.”

I’m done apologizing for my speed,

My chaos, my depth, my need.

ADHD’s not who I am—

It’s the path I walk

With both fire and calm.

You called it disorder. I call it design.

You wanted silence—

I rewired the line.

ADHD, I finally see:

Hard mode…

But it’s still me.