The Quiet PersonA Poem by Kimberly MillerThe Quiet Person sits, in a room of people No one to talk to, no one acknowledged by Although not alone in body, still alone in mind The Quiet Person sits alone, catching no ones eye The Quiet Person might seem dull, depressed or sad But she is feeling She feels the glares, the stares, the disgusted looks and misunderstandings The Quiet Person does have feelings The Quiet Person might look like a loner, free spirit or a one-man show But perhaps deep inside, she feels something more She feels misunderstood, unliked by all The Quiet Person wants more than being shown to the door The Quiet Person cries out, desiring to know Why the glares and stares are thrown her way She begs and pleads, trying to make sense The Quiet Person suffers, in her own deep way The Quiet Person comes home and comtemplates "What is wrong?" "Is it me?" she ponders in her head "What have I done, to be so misread?" The Quiet Person just desire acceptance, not to be overlyread. The Quiet Person takes to her knees Where she should have gone before She tells of her troubles, mockings and hurts To the One who cares about her so much more
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StatsAuthorKimberly MillerAboutHey! I'm a teen and live in the U.S. I am homeschooled! And loving it! My hobbies are reading, writing, animals (mainly cats), listen to music and audio stories,some sewing, hanging out on Writer's C.. more..Writing
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