ADHD and the Key to Me

Shana Phan

Shana Phan

Age 13-17 category | Spring into Poetry Contest 2025 | San José Public Library

I chase the lessons of my life,
like reading plates on cars that speed.
They cut the air just like a knife—
why can't I learn the way they read?

I shake during tests,
words blur like a broken lens—
a bird born unable to build a nest,
a lone wolf shut out from dens.
 
My mother isn't sure I don't belong,
ADHD and the Key to Me
I chase the lessons of my life,
like reading plates on cars that speed.
They cut the air just like a knife—
why can't I learn the way they read?
I shake during tests,
words blur like a broken lens—
a bird born unable to build a nest,
a lone wolf shut out from dens.
My mother isn't sure I don't belong,
I'm the obedient child with good grades.
Or am I just muzzled all along,
molded to be another one of their maids?
Lost in my head,
my skills feel temporary.
Leave me for dead,
hand me a shovel to bury.
But if I have lived for years,
and had many happy moments—
will they outweigh the tears and fears?
Is who I am truly an opponent?
So I love myself with every length,
time becomes my truest friend.
I grow to show my rising strength
as the clock that ticks will never end.
I am a capable human who knows how to bend—
not broken, just learning how to mend.

I'm the obedient child with good grades.
Or am I just muzzled all along,
molded to be another one of their maids?

Lost in my head
my skills feel temporary.
Leave me for dead,
hand me a shovel to bury.

But if I have lived for years,
and had many happy moments—
will they outweigh the tears and fears?
Is who I am truly an opponent?

So I love myself with every length,
time becomes my truest friend.
I grow to show my rising strength
as the clock that ticks will never end.

I am a capable human who knows how to bend—
not broken, just learning how to mend.
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