! A Poet

He — or was it she? was a child who said little but walked, endlessly, just looking or stood still for minutes, hours, and became what they looked at was from a large family but still people said, you’re an only child aren’t you was it seems very happy in themself but no-one asked, so never said kept themself to themself, which annoyed other children, who bullied them and then were even more annoyed when they didn’t play the victim failed examinations and yet was always wrapt up in a book occasionally did things like cutting themselves and was told off but never questioned usefully wrote poems secretly but was unconcerned whether people read them or not was good to be with as long as you didn’t expect anything of them was secretly loved by some who never liked to say so because what they loved somehow didn’t have a name years later, some of them read the poems and knew what they had loved