Crowded Places

Crowded Places

A Story by Kathryn Smith

Because I've been scared of crowded places


I'll take you

h o m e

Sometimes you realize that your good friend isn't

actually the greatest friend.

And sometimes people are downright mean spirited and

cheer in the wrong crowd.

Sometimes when you are small it's easy for people to think they can walk all over you.

After all.

How will you defend yourself when you're constantly looking up at people towering over you?

I know they're talking about me behind my back.

And I know I'm slowly losing her.

I know that the girl who is stealing my friend doesn't like me.

But she doesn't know ME.

And she never will.

I know that I have been judged.

I have been labeled.

I have been misunderstood.

And I've been scared of crowded places.

For crowded places are full of taller people.

People who do not see me.

People who do not care for me.

Sometimes home is the most comfortable place.

And sometimes all you need is yourself.

Let the others judge. Criticize. Batter. Bruise.

Let the others mistreat you. Leave you. Stab you in the back.

What really matters at the end of the day is knowing

you stayed true to yourself.

And that you were kind.

© 2018 Kathryn Smith

Author's Note

Kathryn Smith

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I agree dear Kathryn.
"What really matters at the end of the day is knowing
you stayed true to yourself."
The above lines. Needed and wonderful. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

And that you were kind.

Posted 9 Months Ago

indeed a lesson dear Kathryn that we can be downtrodden! Grest sentiment

Posted 10 Months Ago

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Added on November 10, 2017
Last Updated on July 16, 2018

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