What’s masking What’s real? Is there such a thing as reality in a world with thin layers that bleed as they peel Are rhymes a high note Taking the truth out of the day Because, honestly, grief constricts of endless The vice that, only partially, crushes Harnessing ‘failures’ to shame .. Bought and sold The me you own There and, consistently Can be your steady anchor That’s the me that I vow to pull in and take home Angel Sunflowers Wrapping In those who feel like home to me

I talk to the sky, stars and all the paper Trying to remind me that I’m just sad

The portion of the therapy I pay for where I talk about how unseen I felt and how I was perceived as ‘too much’ Loosing and replacing...

Re-inserting my card numbers into accounts online after losing my bank card. ADHD (and tiredness) The delay of waiting for a new...

wall to climb, relief, grief over what could have been

Factors I considered I would smile, had an ‘expressive’ face and was viewed as ‘excitable’.

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What did I do?

Crash and burn, When did I become, not good enough, for your world? society built for neurotypical Tara star poem neurodivergent writer

confusion, delaying diagnosis, questioning everything, self-doubt, undiagnosed childhood ADHD, feeling like an annoyance, feeling misunderst

Judged, I care, passionate, interrupting, ‘over’-talking, physically painful, shame, a few short words

free flowing, poetic journal, hard on myself, tasks ADHD, spoken word poet-style, rhythm and rhyme

soothe,

During the pandemic, I was re-reminded why I needed an ADHD assessment Tara, I’m ‘too much’ How I knew

Lost.

ADHD and shame, poetry on trauma, sometimes I despair at the world

What’s wrong with that? I like how I view the world (in so many ways).. Tara speaks

navigation, Tara star poetry, what I write about ADHD

and sparks

ADHD women, society’s judgement, my shame