The Misunderstood Child By Kathy Winters

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I am the child that looks healthy and fine. I was born with ten findgers and ten toes. But something is different, somewhere in my mind, And what it is, nobody knows.

I am the child that struggles in school, Thought 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 noised, 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 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 or fright.

I am the child that fidgets and squirms Though I'm told to sit still and be good. Do u think that I choose to be out of  contorl? 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 reallyy 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 accpted and valued too. I am the child that is misunderstood. I am differernt-- but I look just like you.