Not Lazy, Just LOST.

 "Not Lazy, Just Lost"

— A poem for every parent wondering why their brilliant child struggles at school.

They say:

“My child is clever, sharp, and bright,

A spark that glows with inner light.

So why do grades not match the flame?

Why does school feel more like shame?”

It isn’t sloth, it isn’t pride,

It’s a quiet storm they hold inside.

The world applauds the neat and still—

But not the child with thoughts that spill.

We breathe relief when school begins,

Uniforms on, routine kicks in.

Yet many minds feel left behind,

Their rhythm different, undefined.

School asks for silence, rows, and rules,

Suppressing hearts in crowded schools.

Where feelings loud and minds that roam,

Are told to "focus" or "go home."

But look beneath what’s judged as slack,

You’ll find a child under attack—

By doubts, by noise, by social fear,

By never quite belonging here.

The day is long, the smiles are few,

They mask, they shrink, they push on through.

They come back home with weary eyes,

Not lazy, no—just tired of lies.

Where is the place they’re seen, not scored?

Where effort’s praised, not just the board?

They need a space to just exist,

Not to explain what others missed.

So listen deep. Don’t rush to fix.

No shame, no grades, no pressure tricks.

Ask softly, “Was today too much?”

And offer love in every touch.

Be the breath when they feel drowned,

The steady ground when they spin round.

A gentle place, a quiet shore—

Where they’re not asked to strive for more.

Their worth is vast, their pace is true,

Success looks different than what school tells you

Believe in your child, and let them grow—

The seed will bloom when love is shown