I am not the best with words
But I do the best that I can
I'm quiet, demure, and discreet
I wish I could speak whats on my mind
But there's a disconnect from my mouth and brain
I want to do what's great, and right
But in fear I tend to refrain
For my friends I would do so much
But what would they do for me?
I have fallen for someone just once
When they never thought of me
I'm selective and careful with all that I say
Taking care that my grammar's precise
But I'm so sick and tired of faking 'perfection'
I'm intelligent and I always question
I know so much, yet my mouth stays shut
I sing to myself, but in public I'm mute
I can make people smile with the words that I write
That's whats important, what matters to me
As I lay on my side every night
Thinking of what I could have said
Who I could have been
And what I know I am