Is It Poetry
After all the problems of surviving child hood.
Bullies and beatings and very strange nice teachers.
Greater the problem it seemed to grow like a weed.
Larger rather than smaller by the others perceived,
alone found the path was the way.
And there is this plural mutual misunderstanding,
concerning the symptoms of the adult whom they made.
Then time reached out thine majority.
People actual problems and being ashamed, not saying.
Foolish were they and of I.
And standing in the way you must conform each one thus said.
For that kind of conduct, the person loses self-confidence.
Those are refused, beginnings of the feeling which is isolated.
Dyslexic symptoms do not change the effect on creativity.
Dyslexic symptom only intensifies the need, do not change.
Dyslexic the wiring is wired for the best of our life.
Dyslexic the symptom makes the brain,
to work three times harder than yours to succeed.
Dyslexic, I will never give it up and I will myself to succeed.
Those have the vivid imaginations.
Considerable are these great strengths.
When it is given and not withheld to conform to misunderstanding.
Support and encouragement,
may you then reach your dreams and achieve your success.
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