He is Not Like Us

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Jessie Jones

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He is not like us,

His mind does not understand

The ways of everyday life,

And what should be in store for him.

His thoughts unknown to all,

For he knows not how to express them.

His inner struggles and fears

Are trapped with no welcome.

He lives every day the way he knows best,

Bringing joy to all he can.

But his life is not lived to the fullest,

For a normal life was ripped from his hands.

Many nights I wonder,

“What might he be like?”

But no answer.

Maybe that is best.

He must be loved and accepted,

For he had no say in the life he was handed.

He is not like us,

His mind does not understand.