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The Quiet Kid


By Hazel Rymell Published 4 months ago 2 min read
The Quiet Kid
Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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?


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.


I’m not really like other people,

As I wonder along the street.

Everyone interacting socially,

When I have no one special to meet.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Hazel Rymell

..Suddenly I crash back down to earth with a big almighty bump!

...when not in a dolly daydream, creative me is at home in the UK doing the normal everyday mundane jobs, that seem to go on forever...until the daydreaming kicks in again...

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  • Mike Singleton - Mikeydred2 months ago

    Nice words

  • Holly Pheni3 months ago

    Very nice, and relatable! Subscribed.

  • Cathy holmes4 months ago

    Nicely done.

  • Heather Hubler4 months ago

    What a thoughtful, honest piece. I connected with this so much and love how you ended this staying true to yourself but also growing confident in who you are. Loved this. Thanks for sharing :)

  • Awesome!

  • Donna Renee4 months ago

    Love love love the ending! I’m so glad you see yourself like this now and I can relate! ❤️

  • Gina C.4 months ago

    Wonderful poem; I really connected with this. ❤️ I was also that quiet kid. Thank you for sharing! ❤️

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