I like being quiet
It’s what I do best
It’s hard for me to get the things
Off of my chest.

I do have a lot of thoughts
Scattered throughout my brain,
Hard for me to convert from thoughts to phrases
It puts me in a lot of pain.

When I talk to people, I stumbled and jumbled
With the things that I want to say,
All they do is they don’t care about me
And that keeps me at bay.

It’s hard for me to make some friends
For they always come and go,
I would go from one person to another
that I will never get to know.

With that, I sit alone in my room
Watching my life go by,
Tear after tear starts dripping from my eyes
causing me to cry.

Sometimes, I take walks by myself
Along the river parkway,
And while I’m looking at nature
My mind just ponders throughout the day.

Writing is my alternative to talking
I write all of my thoughts down,
Sometimes I would get stuck
At getting my point across
But nonetheless, I let it all out.

I would get into arguments with people
With the result of me in defeat,
It was hard for me to stand my ground
And I can’t seem to get off of my feet.

I would always get emotional
‘cause they would always shut me down
I would get interrupted all of the time;
feeling like I’m in a deep hole in the ground.

I like being quiet
It’s what I do best
I try to express myself,
But…well…you know the rest.