She's A Quiet Girl

Shh... who goes there?

A little girl with the press and curl

What's her name?

She doesn't talk much, go ask such and such

 

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different

I just don't have anything to say

They say I'm mean, some say I'm nice, I think I'm okay

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different

 

Sensitive to words... you hurt my feelings

It's the worst when people are looking

I don't like attention, why are all eyes on me

I do like perfection, why am I crying

 

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm shy

I just don't have anything to say

They say I'm cute, some say I'm not their type, I think I'm okay

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm shy

 

I found my catharsis to dry up all the tears

Those hurtful words no longer pierce my ears

Instead, I pick up a pen

Grab some paper and make it my friend

 

I fill the lines with my voice

I tell the ink everything

And afterwards I make the choice

To post my words on the screen

 

The positive feedback grew my confidence

I found a way to let go while remaining quiet

No more tears for me

Now, I can't stop writing as you can see...

 

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm special

With this poem I can't get into trouble

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm shy

And I know why

I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different

I got the spirirt

 

I found my talent when I was quiet

I found myself when I admitted it to myself

The words I write are a part of me

The words I write are free...

 

They are quiet to some

But they are loud to me.

I think I'm normal, but I know I'm not like you

I think I'm normal, because I found what I like to do

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