Not the quiet girl that everyone thinks
My mind has been stormy with endless debate
Ever since I could think.

Basic voicing out of pain
My kind of verbiage,
Written words
I'm not confident of,
Judgement's my greatest fear.

All words conceived
Are perceived
In the very same place.
My words reverberate
But yet unable to reflect to other beings.

Speeches that no one hears
Rough drafts that no one reads.

*It's actually quite loud in my head.