Good poem about us.

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I came across this one day and i think you'll like it. Its in my sig but I thought I'd also post it. She is a fellow Aspie.

THE MISUNDERSTOOD CHILD by Kathy Winters

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.

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

Eh, it was cute until the God part.

Ya I just ignore that.

EDIT: You know what, sorry Kathy but that lines out.

Except the part about "tantrums", that truly IS the story of my life!

Technically accurate to my life in the details, but it seems somehow written to inspire pity. Meh. I'm sure her heart was in the right place, but I get enough of pity without poems written to create more of it.

And, yeah, the God part in the original, blech. I really don't get the sense of God as being that sappy or that simplistic in deciding who gets to be what sort of person. And I get the sense that part was written so that people who do think God is that sappy would have more excuse to call us "special angels". Which generally makes me want to gag on something.

I liked the poem

Very true.

Very nice

Very good, congrats!

Sounds just like me when I was a child.

Funny, the god part in the original didn't bother me, and I don't think anybody would consider me religious these days.

I guess it was the lead-in "Perhaps there's a reason..."

Not saying I'm convinced there is, but perhaps there is.

Me, a "special angel"? I'm too much of a rebel, with a slight edge. I've defeated the purpose of being "special", a long time, ago.

I also was ok until the god part.

Not sure if is a pity poem or not, maybe just a factual expression of sorrow without asking anything. We would have to ask her what her intention was or is.

I sort of like it, but it's a bit too sappy for me. And yes, the God part bugs me - I really doubt my sole purpose in life is to be a message to the neurotypical world.

Not everything in that poem applies to me, but some things did. I was a good student, but I was bullied and teased. I was a picky eater as a very small child but, after about age seven or so, I was a very enthusiastic eater.

The poem doesn't mention unusual interests which, if I were writing about myself, I would add in. "This is the girl who is crazy for cats," or something similar.