The Quiet Kid



I stand by the side on my own,

As silent as a mouse I watch.

Why you may ask do I not join in?

With the children playing hop scotch.

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Quiet me I observe their play,

Taking in the latest styles and trends.

No one likes me I believe,

The quiet kid who never has friends.

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No one notices that I’m there,

Ignored nearly all the time.

Last to be picked in class groups,

You would think I had committed a crime.

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Too scared to approach others,

The rejection is too much to bear.

To draw attention is just sheer torture,

In case they laugh at my clothes or my hair.

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I can’t be that bad you must think,

Just a child not the monster they see.

But in my own mind I am nothing like them,

They are the opposite to how I think of as me.

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The quiet kid barely utters a word.,

Too shy to tell them my name,

No one talks to the silent one,

Never invited to play in their game.

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Am I weird? Some people do think so,

What makes me think in that way?

Just because I was never the loud one,

Didn’t mean you could exclude me from play.

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Bullied for talking so sweetly,

Picked on for being ‘a bit odd’,

What’s wrong with being so quiet?

Is it better to have a loud gob?

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As I grew older I became mysterious,

I’m still highly quiet and reserved.

It’s not shyness that stops me from talking,

Everyone else just likes to be heard.

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I’m not really like other people,

As I wonder along the street.

Everyone interacting socially,

When I have no one special to meet.

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The mystery lady who passes by,

“Who is she?” Those who notice me ask.

“She was that quiet kid” they mutter,

I couldn’t hide anymore in a mask.

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All grown up I walk confidently,

I get noticed much more these days.

I’m still thoughtful and a little too silent,

But different in many ways.

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I will never be the party animal,

The life and soul in the crowded room.

I’ll never dance upon the tables,

But I’ll dress up and wear perfume.

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I’m the lady in the corner,

The one sat scrolling on her phone.

She’s not that kid you remember,

The one who was always alone.

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Although she is still within me,

I’m not the shy kid I had been.

In fact I would now describe myself,

As graceful, mysterious and serene.