The Misunderstood Child: I am the child that looks healthy and fine. I was born with ten fingers and toes. But something is different, somewhere in my mind, And what it is, nobody knows. I am the child that struggles in school, Though they say that Im perfectly smart. They tell me Im lazy -- can learn if I try -- But I dont seem to know where to start. I am the child that wont wear the clothes Which hurt me or bother my feet. I dread sudden noises, cant handle most smells, And tastes -- there are few foods Ill eat. I am the child that cant catch the ball And runs with an awkward gait. I am the one chosen last on the team And I cringe as I stand there and wait. I am the child with whom no one will play -- The one that gets bullied and teased I try to fit in and I want to be liked, But nothing I do seems to please. I am the child that tantrums and freaks Over things that seem petty and trite. Youll never know how I panic inside, When Im lost in my anger and fright. I am the child that fidgets and squirms Though Im told to sit still and be good. Do you think that I choose to be out of control? Dont you know that I would if I could? I am the child with the broken heart Though I act like I dont really care. Perhaps theres a reason Im made this way - - Some message Im sent to share. For I am the child that needs to be loved And accepted and valued too. I am the child that is misunderstood. I am different - but look just like you.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 10:44:21 +0000
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