Xtra Help

Xtra Help

I'm special or so they tell me.
I can't add two and two
And words just dance before my eyes.
So tell me. What does special mean?

I hear the teacher speaking,
But I just don't understand.
Inside me a panic grows
As the time to work comes closer.

I sometimes have a headache
And sickness sometimes feign.
I sometimes get in trouble
And get sent to see the head,
But it's better than all that writing
That I really dread.

They've sent someone to help me
And she really makes me smile.
But when she goes away again
I crawl back in my shell.