By Mae Zhao ’18
ADHD, ADD, Dyslexia, Dyscalculia, Dysgraphia.
I am not what you see–you only see half.
I am two faces, and I know you are too,
If those words earlier meant anything to you.
I write this poem for those left in the shadows,
Drowning this lonely dark lake.
Weighed down by bricks of busy bees,
Bitter blue pills,
And floating letters.
Our battles are ones only we can fight.
Wielding weapons made of
Resilience and isolation
We defeat our obstacles
And carve the face that
The others see.
Gone are the scars of the hours more
Poured into everything we do.
Dry are tears that used to flow freely,
Hidden underneath a hardened mask.
It’s a world that only we know:
A world that others can’t understand,
And will never understand.
We travel an epic journey
On a lonely road
Tough and full of nails,
Keeping us from swimming,
But it’s also a beautiful one
Full of life
Full of color,
Where the smallest flutter can bring us laughter,
And the slightest smirk can bring the greatest
Happiness and warmth.
We linger on the details,
Find the adventures along the beaten path,
Savor the sweetness of summer time bliss
While it lasts.
You may have one pair of eyes,
But we have ten!
Sure, we may be slower, and
Our path may be a bit longer,
But when our world is so busy,
The splotches and blemishes,
Fade away and blend
Into the bright bursts of yellow and orange.
It’s a lovely world,
But a world that only we see,
But also only mine.
For in the end,
It’s a world we cannot share,
No matter how blissfully sweet.