The Cello's Gift

When I was a baby, no one noticed anything
No one had to
I was small and cute and smart like every other baby my age

When I was four,
Temper Tantrum was my middle name

When I was five,
I was ruder than the "runs"
Kids hated me
I did not

When I was Seven,
They Answered my worried parents
They answered with one word,
Asperger's Syndrome

My life still was horrible
Label or no label

When I was ten,
People did something,
They gave me meds

I still was stupid
Meds or no meds

Then I was special ed. at thirteen

But nothing changed my life,
Like Joey did

 

The End

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