She's A Quiet Girl
Shh... who goes there?
A little girl with the press and curl
What's her name?
She doesn't talk much, go ask such and such
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different
I just don't have anything to say
They say I'm mean, some say I'm nice, I think I'm okay
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different
Sensitive to words... you hurt my feelings
It's the worst when people are looking
I don't like attention, why are all eyes on me
I do like perfection, why am I crying
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm shy
I just don't have anything to say
They say I'm cute, some say I'm not their type, I think I'm okay
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm shy
I found my catharsis to dry up all the tears
Those hurtful words no longer pierce my ears
Instead, I pick up a pen
Grab some paper and make it my friend
I fill the lines with my voice
I tell the ink everything
And afterwards I make the choice
To post my words on the screen
The positive feedback grew my confidence
I found a way to let go while remaining quiet
No more tears for me
Now, I can't stop writing as you can see...
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm special
With this poem I can't get into trouble
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm shy
And I know why
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different
I got the spirirt
I found my talent when I was quiet
I found myself when I admitted it to myself
The words I write are a part of me
The words I write are free...
They are quiet to some
But they are loud to me.
I think I'm normal, but I know I'm not like you
I think I'm normal, because I found what I like to do