“Quiet,
Caring,
I think she sings?
She was in the musical,”

Everyone walks around so smug
Binding themselves to egocentrism
While I sit here
A burden
Wondering about the
F L A V O U R
Of confidence

No one really knows me
Writing me off
Reveling in my
Embarrassment

Just because I don’t
Go out, as much
Just because I don’t
Lift drinks to my lips
Just because I don’t
Open up to everyone

I can’t take it

I just want to write a letter
To everyone,
Saying:

“Yes, I’m caring.
I’m like a mother to most.

Yes, I was in the musical.
Ensemble, thank you very much.

Yes, I sing.
I love to sing; I’m going to college for it.

However, I am NOT quiet;
My friends would argue that.

I’m not anti-social.
I just don’t like this corrupt world.

And finally,
I’m loud.
I am LOUD,
AND I LOVE IT!”