This poem is written by a 13 year old girl who uses an AAC device. Since she has just entered her teenage years, I tried to portray some of the emotional struggles that she is encountering at this very tender age in her life.

I am silent and I am special.
I wonder what it would be like to speak.
I hear the imaginary sound of my voice.
I see my lips move as they try to form a word.
I want to be normal.
I am silent and I am special.

I pretend to talk on the phone.
I feel as if love will never find me.
I touch my soft lips, but what does it matter?
I worry that they will never be kissed.
I cry to ease the pain.
I am silent and I am special.

I understand that life is short, yet sweet.
I dream of giving a speech at graduation.
I try to make the best of what I've been given.
I hope to make an impact.
I am silent but I am special.

*Well I am still revising....I found myself revising as I was typing. I am most open to suggestions. I tried to remember my thoughts when I was 13....but that's been a loooong time ago. I must be getting old....:)