My voice may be the tiniest,

Even if I have the most to say.

My clothes may be the shiniest

But inside I might feel gray.

I may try to disappear

I might try to shrink

I may never volunteer,

Though there's a lot that I think.

Outside I might smile,

So that you think I’m okay

But inside I’m hostile

And I try to push it away.

Don’t get me wrong-

I’m used to living in the shadows.

We probably won’t get along,

I’m better off alone in my own meadow.

Maybe you don’t even know I exist,

Maybe you think I like it

But you have no idea what you’ve missed,

And I don’t like it one bit.

But still I’ll just be the quiet one

And you can ignore me

I guess nothing can be done

Just please let me be.

You might not know

As I scribble away with my pen

You may not care although,

That is my strongest weapon.