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<blockquote data-quote="Janna" data-source="post: 57089" data-attributes="member: 2737"><p>I've had this a while, thought I'd share ~ summarizes my son, Dylan, pretty well.</p><p></p><p>I found this very touching but true to what goes on in life with children.</p><p> </p><p>The Misunderstood Child</p><p> </p><p>I am the child that looks healthy and fine.</p><p>I was born with ten fingers and toes.</p><p>But something is different. somewhere in my mind.</p><p>And what it is nobody knows.</p><p> </p><p>I am the child that struggles at school,</p><p>Though they say that I'm perfectly smart.</p><p>They tell me I'm lazy-can learn if I try-</p><p>But I don't seem to know where to start.</p><p> </p><p>I am the child that won't wear the clothes</p><p>which hurt me or bother my feet.</p><p>I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells,</p><p>And tastes- there are few foods I will eat.</p><p> </p><p>I am the child that can't catch the ball</p><p>And runs with an awkward gait.</p><p>I am the one chosen last on the team</p><p>And I cringe as I stand there and wait.</p><p> </p><p>I am the child with whome knowone will play-</p><p>The one that gets bullied and teased.</p><p>I try to fit in and I want to be liked,</p><p>But nothing I do seems to please.</p><p> </p><p>I am the child that tantrums and freaks</p><p>Over things that seem petty and trite.</p><p>You'll never know how I panic inside,</p><p>When I'm lost in my anger and fright.</p><p> </p><p>I am the child that fidgets and squirms</p><p>Though I'm told to sit still and be good.</p><p>Do you think that I choose to be out of control?</p><p>Don't you know that I would if I could?</p><p> </p><p>I am the child with the broken heart</p><p>Though I act like I din't really care.</p><p>Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way-</p><p>Some message he sent me to share.</p><p> </p><p>For I am the child that needs to be loved </p><p>And accepted and valued too.</p><p>I am the child that is misunderstood,</p><p>I am different-but look just like you.</p><p> </p><p>Author - Kathy Winters</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Janna, post: 57089, member: 2737"] I've had this a while, thought I'd share ~ summarizes my son, Dylan, pretty well. I found this very touching but true to what goes on in life with children. 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 at 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 will 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 whome knowone 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 din'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. Author - Kathy Winters [/QUOTE]
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