Be outspoken, they advice
Be bold, they caution
But deep down, my pen had always been my best friend.
It knows my deepest secrets!
It reverence my cool,
And understands my wound.
I can converse in a million written words,
But a thousand spoken words will be a struggle.

Call it self-esteem,
Deem it temperament,
I'm so addicted,
I don't crave for a change.
See, I love this shell,
Written words makes me sane.
I can boldly express my fears.
Don't try to change me,
Only bring up interesting topics when we see,
And believe me,
A million spoken words will be birth,
Though without much eye contact,
'Cause that I've always dread!