A long, long time ago I was told what a burden I am.
Because I was a child, I believed them and was sad.
A long, long time ago I was told what a bad boy I am.
Because I was a child, I believed them and was mad.
My condition was hard for them.
My condition was sad for me.
My behavior was just sad period!
A long, long time ago I was singled out from other children.
Because my behavior was unacceptable to the adults.
A long, long time ago I was singled out from the children.
Because the children were only following the adults and I was confused.
Truth is I'm left with the aftermath.
Truth is I'm still confused.
Truth is who cares, no one.
Sorrows that no one sees.
Crying no one hears.
loneliness no one feels.
It's no longer long ago and yet I'm still a burden.
Now I'm a burden to myself.
It's no longer long ago and I live my life on the edge.
I feel like I have to watch everything I do or else!
It is said if a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive.
I know, I'm living it.
It is said if a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.
I know, I'm living it and have nothing to feel guilty for.
Sad is when I can barely tie my shoes.
Mad is when I still fall for the finger under the nose trick each and every time.
Confusion is when I don't trust anyone anymore.
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.
The only joy I receive is when I don't have to interact with anyone.
The worst of all is I'm still singled out by my peers...
If a child lives with pity, he learns to feel sorry for himself.

Know what?
I'm sick of being a child!