This Girl...

Just because she is quiet

Doesn’t mean that she has nothing to say.

For her mind is lost in wonder, taking in

The beauty of this place.

Her mind is lost in thought.

So don’t you go assuming that she’s a mute.

Just because she doesn’t talk much,

Doesn’t mean that she has nothing to say.

Because, have you ever thought,

Maybe you have never given her the chance to?

 

She is fragile, but don’t mistake her for weak.

She comes in a package marked

“Handle with care”

Did you ever stop to think,

Maybe that’s for a reason?

Maybe you should handle her with care,

So she doesn’t crumble like the ground underneath you,

Taking you down with her.

Because she’s stronger than you think.

 

This girl seems distant, secluded,

She fades into the backdrop.

But don’t think that she doesn’t care.

Just because maybe she doesn’t talk much,

Or is fragile,

You think she doesn’t notice.

You think everything blows over her head, like the wind.

Well it doesn’t.

She takes it all in,

Processes it on the pinpoint of that mind of hers,

And maybe she doesn’t speak…

But she writes.

She lets the emotion take over and she spreads her voice in ink on the purest of white.

In that moment, she is loud.

She smears her passion in bold print.

You think she doesn’t notice, because you may not notice her.

 

You know,

It’s easy to write about someone else,

To tell their story,

And keep yours hidden for safe keeping.  

So I’m going to be honest

I am that girl.

And just because I’m

Quiet,

Fragile,

Distant,

Doesn’t mean that I’m weak.

Doesn’t mean that I have nothing to say.

And it doesn’t mean that I am who you think I am.

This girl is you,

This girl is everyone,

But this girl is

Me.