Autism
by
Bailey McCann

Itís horrible to see
When you know you canít help
Itís ineffectual to speak
When you know the words are worthless
It is incurable
Itís just like being dead Ė only worse
My brother suffers through so much
Why not me?
Heíll never understand why he doesnít fit in
Why the other kids ridicule
Why mom tries to cure him with these things
Like soymilk and fish oil pills
Why he is told he acts two, when heís ten
Why his best friend isnít allowed to play with him
Itís like an extraordinary secret
Which heíll never comprehend

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Poem Copyright © 2005 by Bailey McCann

 

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