Autism
by Bailey McCann

It’s horrible to see
When you know you can’t help
It’s ineffectual to speak
When you know the words are worthless
It is incurable
It’s just like being dead – only worse
My brother suffers through so much
Why not me?
He’ll never understand why he doesn’t 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 he’s ten
Why his best friend isn’t allowed to play with him
It’s like an extraordinary secret
Which he’ll never comprehend

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Poem Copyright © 2005 by Bailey McCann

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