Unique?

I had an odd childhood, well now adays a little too common. This is me working it out...

Therapy that was the next step in an obvious attempt to help myself from the many things that tempted me.
It started with "He's emotionally handicapped".
I became convinced no one would answer the door of my heart no matter how hard a person rapped or tapped with my knocker.
I must have quietly stuffed myself inside this locker, somewhere between 1st period 6th grade and all the mistakes I have since made.

Then came the ADHD, Seemed reasonable enough I can't even focus on me...
(Comes running back from the edge of the sea)
Where were we?  Oh yeah, problematic me. For a while my doctors thought maybe he suffers from depression.
That's a novel impression, but I smile and it will happen again if you just wait and give it a while.

Of course they thought we're thinking too small, he must be manic as well.
But when I climb up my wall from below I won't come down, won't fall. I don't teeter at all.
The psychiatrists reviewed my folder, "I have your answer. Surely you're bipolar."
My life does seem like a swing, but when people are dancing I often choose to sing.

When that diagnosis faded the medical books were raided. More then me, they would not be sated.
Quickly they moved on to oppositional defiance disorder, but I wouldn't give quarter to such a notion.
I go through the motions just like everyone else in this subservient ocean.
I am searching for answers that are contained within. From frown to grin, whether saint or mired in sin.

I am more than a sum of my problems or a one less then I could have been.
I am Versace in a dime store bin. I am the physics that make my top spin.
I see wine in the water and think the bartender wants to barter..
I realize I don't need their critique, I'm not messed up...
Just unique.

Author's Note

Criticism welcome, but be nice this is about my life thus far.