10 poem I wrote no one knows

THE BRILLIANT KID

In the end, they said I was the problem.

I thought I was helping. I thought I was someone’s reason to smile.

But smiles fade — and sometimes, they don’t come back.

They held me up as an example and used me as a weapon. In my name, they compared — and quietly crushed someone else’s dreams.

And somehow, that weight found its way into my chest.

My heart aches without ever being touched.

There were days I wished I could disappear — not out of hate, but to stop being the reason someone else felt small.

If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t try to be better. I would try to be less — quieter, dimmer, the “dumbest” child they had ever seen…

just so no one had to be broken standing next to me.

-RED(HELLO POETRY)