Misunderstood Child

[misty]

I saw this poem posted on The supportboard. I hope they don't mind me posting it here...It brought tears to my eyes, its so wonderful! After you read it, go check out the other wonderful posts there...They have A LOT to share!

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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 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?
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 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

kathy winters/2003