Adhd

Hiding under a rock,
Except these are piles.
Piles of clothes,
Papers,
Emails

Distractions;
Keeping the brain on its toes
Like a toddlers inability to sit still at the beach.

Dangers;
Fearing the silence;
With the need to share every inappropriate thought that crosses my mind just to escape it.
Social suicide

Regretting;
Ever asking for help
When the doc shoves SSID down your throat
Never helping you after all,
despite a diagnosis.

29 years of the battle
It's chewed you up and spit you out.
With no end in sight

Piled up issues,
Which the weight is so heavy;
Like a rock to hide under,
Forever