Problem Child

All I do is leave problems in my wake

With my messed-up brain 

A heavy weight

A problem

All I do is make their lives harder

Give me pills 

They aren't a cure

It would be easier if their kid was just normal 

Maybe if I disappeared, there'd be

No more spacing out

Or rocking in my seat

Or bad grades

Or being blind of time 

No more making us late

Or ruining the fun with my chronically dull mood

If I did not have these disorders

If I didn't have these childish interests

Maybe their lives would be brighter

And the air would be lighter