They call me quiet.

They call me a nerd.

Yet they never take a moment

To see me as I am.

 

They are always talking.

Never listen to the few words I say.

Then they wonder why I'm quiet.

When it was them who began this trend.

 

Ever since I was little,

No one seemed to care.

Every time I spoke,

They didn't hear a word.

 

I wondered why I bothered,

and I began to hold everything in.

Once my true self was hidden,

It would never show again.

 

I am afraid of judgment.

I am afraid of failure.

I am a person with brilliant ideas

That no one gets to hear.

 

Hopefully my shell will break one day

And the true me will be able to shine.

They'll see my witty personality

And listen once and for all.