Little Foolish Me Poem by best me

All my lonesome life, nose buried in a book tucked in a corner, I was always told to be intelligent, to be the best in my classes
to be a great student,
an obedient child.
I was none of those things, I was a small girl,
told to shut up,
to go away,
a small girl who loved people that wanted to be left alone.
I was a small, lonely girl, not knowing what to do,
where to go,
who to be,
so I picked a book up off the top shelf and read.
that's all I knew how to do, was read.
I read and read, allowing my mind to grow and comprehend new things every minute.
allowing myself to escape.
I always took pride in finally being loved,
being wanted,
being good enough,
being the best.
you ruined it for me.
'Oh my, you dense little girl.'
Dense?
me? dense?
stupid?
My foolish heart ached upon hearing those words,
finally believing I was good enough,
or that I was even good.
no.
I'm nothing but a
dense
little
girl
.
.
.
isn't that right?