I AM The Child That Is Misunderstood

I AM The Child That Is Misunderstood

Read all “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 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 I’m made this way —

Some message I’m 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.

Author: XGemx

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