I AM THE 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 I’m perfectly smart. They tell me I’m lazy- can learn if I try- But I don’t seem to know where to start. I am the child that won’t wear the clothes Which hurt me or bother my feet. I dread sudden noises, can’t handle most smells, And tastes- there are few foods I’ll eat. I am the child that can’t catch the ball And runs sometimes 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. You’ll never know how I panic inside, When I’m lost in my anger and fright. I am the child that fidgets and squirms Though I’m told to sit still and be good Do you think that I choose to be out of control? Don’t you know that I would if I could? I am the child with the broken heart Though I act like I don’t really care. Perhaps there’s a reason God made me this way- Some message he sent me 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: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 19:09:06 +0000
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