That Kid
No one wants to be that kid picked last for every sport;
That kid with all the acne, or braces on his teeth.
No one wants to be that kid that other kids make fun of
With greasy hair or glasses, the one who's always teased.
No one wants to be that kid whose looks are odd or different;
The smart kid some are jealous of, or the one who can't keep up.
No one wants to be that kid, who's shy or has a stutter,
With skinny legs or freckles, who laughs too loud or much.
No one wants to be that kid whose clothes aren't new or trendy,
Who's not invited to the parties, who's overweight or small.
No one wants to be that kid even though inside we know
There's a version of that kid, still living in us all.
Caren E. Salas
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