The quiet ones

Watch out for the quiet ones they say,

They'll hear everything you have to say.

They'll listen to every fear, and be right there with every tear.

The quiet ones they say, are the ones to blame.

Even though the people pointing their fingers are full of shame.

"Why are people so afraid of being listened to?" I proclaim.

I think it is the truth that we all fear, it's something we cannot bear to hear.

With every word that we speak, we let others peak into who we really are.

Even when they want to keep everyone far, we can see the truth in who they really are.

Can you hear yourself talking and rambling? Is it challenging for you to accept that I do not pose a threat?

I just want to know where your intentions lie, this is why i try.

I try to listen carefully, paying attentively to what you are saying.

Just because i'm silent, does not mean that i am anywhere near violent.

I mean no harm, I'm not even trying to charm you.

Learning about the human spirit is my ultimate treat, I can't believe how people can fear it.

We hold up our guard so strong, It takes so long before we let anyone in.

The quiet ones realize this, because not many of us exist.

We stand back, and let everyone else lead the track.

The fact of the matter is, being the leader of the pack isn't the goal here,

To be exact, I fear that we have lost what is really important dear.

Everyone is so based on image now, Where does your heart lie?

It doesn't even matter about how you feel anymore, were all so ashamed of the pain we try to keep tamed.

We were born to feel pain, even if there is no gain.

It is what connects us as individuals, yet we try to act like we are invincible.

The quiet ones want to jump into your perspective, yet we are not respected.

The quiet ones will  look into your eyes, and if you can't even try, we will know that you are a lie.

Maybe the quiet ones aren't the ones to fear after all, all we are trying to do is stand tall.

People don't like to fall, and this is why they try to haul their fears and tears and store them away.

Although I am quiet, my eyes aren't silent, I can read you, even though you feed me with the same old game.