Hello out there. I had myself a little mini break after NaPoWriMo so this is my first poem since it finished. It’s called The Bright Kid
The Bright Kid
She loved school as a kid.
Always the clever one she never
had to try too hard to be good at it.
At fourteen she got tired, or lazy,
or something and being interested
became too difficult.
She took it badly when they said they
were putting her down a stream.
It wasn’t exactly the dummies class
but it might as well have been.
For the first time she felt second class.
She wouldn’t let them see it
but it hit her hard.
She held the anger close and
it grew like an ulcer inside her.
She worked her way back to the top
but she couldn’t let go of that feeling.
She would never be a failure again.
