"The Misunderstood Child"

I found this online a while back and wanted to share. So much of it rings true for Jacob.

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.
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