He was bright, as bright goes,
conversed with adults rather
than the kids his own age.
He was shunned by those kids,
and was told by those adults that
friends his age would be better,
than trying to fit in with those grown.
He kept to himself, afraid that he
was judged differently than most,
too smart for his age group,
not old enough for his intellectual equals.
And at night he cried,
because the darkness afforded him cover,
for although he was bright,
he could never shine,
doomed to conform to standards set for him,
before he could decide for himself.