Me Is You.

• Wade Timmer, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2007

Why do they stare with mournful eyes?
Look down when I look up?
Told mum about my lovely day
Small smile - "I know it's rough"

At school they make me learn alone
At recess play with toys
Teacher looks down when I ask
"Play soccer with the boys?"

These people judge on what they see
Cant accept dissability
Want to be them - happy and free
Please just understand me

Look past the limp, the crooked smile
The eyes I cant control
See that under that I'm you
A boy, one heart, one soul.