Poetic ADHD
TL;DR
This is a short poem about putting a fist through a wall, losing control, despair, and feeling like a misfit. It then turns toward healing, the reality of feelings, and working through it over time.
I put my fist through my wall,
My mental health took a fall,
I cut my hand,
I lost my stand,
I fell Into despair.
I found out that life’s not fair,
I lost my shit
With all of it,
And now I’m just a misfit.
I put my fist through a wall,
My mental health rises and falls,
In time I healed,
My feelings are real,
And now I’m working through it.






