Butterfly

In the gardens
The atrium
The lounge
I flit and float like a butterfly
Back and forth 
Back and forth
No, I don't hear the full conversation 
The end of my aunt's droning story
What my father thinks of the soup
And I don't have a care to
I experience so much more when i'm flitting
You label me
"It's not pretty, it's ADHD, its a neurological disorder"
But I think its beautiful
I think I'm a butterfly

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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