I remember reading this poem many times when therapy sessions didn't go well, or things in general just seemed to be overwhelming. It always brought me back to the reason for not giving in to the frustrations. It pointed out the importance of why we were spending the time to make things better. Share this with someone you know today who needs it.
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?
Don't you know 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 am different - but look just like you.
Kathy Winters, 2003
Until Next Time,
Meredith
