shoeless says ...

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 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 cringe as I stand there and wait.

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 figets and squirms
Though I'm told to sit still and be good.
Do you think that I choose to out of control?
Don't you think that I would if I could?

I am the child with the broken heart,
Though I act like I really don't 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'm different-but look just like you.





Aren't our kids wonderful?