Quiet as a mouse in a crowd,
But behind closed doors
a roaring lion.
You hide your strength from others’ eyes,
Only to lash out when no one’s wise.
What a bully, acting so tough,
Building power when it’s safe enough.
Now you’re six feet under,
Where no eyes can see.
How’s your power now,
When you stand face to face with your maker?
I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel toward you.
That’s the raw truth,
The behavior you showed me,
And that’s all I know of you.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
Quiet as a mouse in a crowd,
But behind closed doors
a roaring lion.
You hide your strength from others’ eyes,
Only to lash out when no one’s wise.
What a bully, acting so tough,
Building power when it’s safe enough.
Now you’re six feet under,
Where no eyes can see.
How’s your power now,
When you stand face to face with your maker?
I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel toward you.
That’s the raw truth,
The behavior you showed me,
And that’s all I know of you.
Sometimes truth arent meant to be softened. This is for everyone who endured thelionthat no one else saw.
Sometimes the way to heal is to name exactly what happened. The world often says we shouldnt speak ill of the dead, but the truth doesnt die when a person does.
