I am not a problem

I am not a problem to be ‘fixed’

Solved, resolved

Don’t make me feel like one

Like you’re the button

and the control

I am the foam at the party

That explores the room

with hues of melancholy

It’s shifting this messy soul

Remaining messy

but spluttering shame

Rather than moving

into my body

When did you start

being the weaver?

When I was Queen

of the loom

Everybody is not ‘a little ADHD’

No, I may not ‘seem like I have it’

I am the painter,

Your shaming feels like the doom