The Misunderstood Child by Chelsea-Louise Perry (England)

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 that is nobody knows.

I am the child that struggles at school

Though they tell me 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 me too much

I dread sudden noises,

Can’t handle smells and tastes,

There are few foods that I will eat.

I am the child with a broken heart

Though I act like it don’t hurt inside

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, and I understand that too

But for me to fit in and be accepted

Is totally up to you