But nothing’s stopping me from being.

I am the child that looks healthy and fine.

I was born with ten fingers and toes.

But something is different, when I express,

And what it is, nobody knows.

I am the child that struggles in the Group,

Though they say that I’m perfectly smart.

They tell me I’m misunderstood — can learn if I try –

But I don’t seem to know where to start.

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 a soft little heart

Though I act like I don’t really care.

Perhaps there’s a reason I was made this way –

Sometimes I make many stare.

For I am the child who laughs around

And needs to be accepted and valued too.

I am the child that is misunderstood.

I am different – but look just like you.

I am the child who has again resolved –

To be the way I only know to be

I’ll try to fit in and I want to be liked,

But nothing’s stopping me from being.

:-) DKB