3 January 2013
The others call me 'special', And laugh behind my back, They think that I don't hear them, But I learnt to; got the knack.
Just because I'm cleverer, But can't quite find the word, I still get sore and sad inside, My eyes get wet and blurred.
I fidget lots but it's okay, Cause Mum says that it's "fine", But she doesn't know it's bad, At school/away from mine.
Like, one day I got hit too hard, And got a bright blue bruise, I tried to stay off school the next, But Mum had a short fuse.
So in I went and they all laughed, And I was on my own, I wish that I was never born, I felt really alone.
I'm not "a spaz", I just am sick, The doctor always says: "It's nothing that will change you, Tom, You're bound to still amaze."
tOm • Opuss № I