Quiet

• Katreena Poletti, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Felling ignored, just because I'm quiet.
Feeling used, as a part time friend.
They're so used to me being quiet.
My present barely even there.
I find it hard to make friends.
Expecting to be towed away, judged.
Protecting myself from being hurt.
My heart slowly bleeding out.
I just want some time alone.
Am I too nice, too kind, too shy for this life of mine?
Why am I the outsider?
Why can't I fit in?
To have some one to have the same interests with?
I hope I'll find someone that's a better friend than books.
So, then I don't have deal with getting weird looks.
Just stating there on my own.