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The world inside my mind

By Salvatore (Age 13) and Sarah - Added June 20th 2024

It's hard to know you're different,
When different is all you know.

My train of thought is switching tracks,
racing at twice your speed.
I interrupt, I talk too much, your patience I exceed.

Inside my mind is a colourful, chaotic and crazy place.
I feel like I'm trapped in a Super Mario Kart Race.

At 7am, I open my eyes, and automatically the game is loading.
My brain powers up and now I am controlled by lines of hidden coding.

Game on. Set-up required, repeats the robotic voice.
First I must Select my level, remember it's not my choice.

The harder the level the faster the race!
An emotional roller coaster picking up pace.

Anger, frustration and sadness are always nearby.
I overreact and lose my cool, I'm triggered and I don't know why.

Now I must Select my player, but again, I don't get to pick.
The real me is a NPC, no power just a sidekick.

My mood reflects my character from Princess Peach to Shy Guy.
I might be sweet and helpful, or on a mission to defy.

If I am charming Mario, I'm going to have a good day.
For sure I won't get in trouble, hip, hip hooray!

I hope it's not Donkey Kong he knows how to annoy.
His mission is to smash, crash and destroy.

Bowser is fun, he makes everybody laugh,
But he goes too far. Now I'm embarrassed. I feel stupid and daft.

Lemmy Koopa won't let me sit still, he bounces from wall to wall.
Call BS in advance, and I'll bounce out of class. I predict a detention with my Magic 8 Ball.

When King Boo turns up, I'm disconnected and feel like I don't belong.
I question everything, do people like me, or did they hate me all along.

Player selected, I'm ready to go, listen to my engine roar.
I am always impatient, but right now isn't fast enough, I want it even before.

Finally time to Select my map, again it's out of my control.
I don't know where I'm going yet, but victory is my goal.

There's no directions or GPS and obstacles to overcome.
I can't organise my stuff or make a plan. I don't see consequences until the deed is done.

Twists and turns, I'm killing it! I am way out in first place.
Stop talking, I can't listen anymore, I need to win this race.

I crave stimulation. I can focus when I'm interested, engaged and having fun.
I will contribute, participate and get everything done.

I lose interest, I can't concentrate so I go inside my head.
Your voice is faraway, your words jumbled, I don't know what you said.

The bell rings. Game Over, but the races never end.
It's only period one, four more classes to attend.

I bet you think this sounds like fun, but I'm tired and it makes me sad.
If you don't know me, you just see a boy that's bad.

I have shown you a glimpse inside my hectic mind.
It's not a choice I make, so please be kind.

ADHD has many forms and is often misunderstood.
I am labelled trouble, a bad,bad boy, but I swear I'd rather be good.

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