Out of 80 people, she’s the quiet one
Never raise her hand in class, never looks up
Some may think she’s on the run
From what though? Family, boyfriend, breakup?
We may never know but look closely
Look in her eyes once, do you see hurt?
We’re not trying to be nosy
But your eyes seem to alert
Quiet ones worry me, I feel bad
We may never know what's really wrong
Could you be okay? Are you mad?
Not trying to be nosy, but do you belong?
Maybe your running from yourself
My advice, relieve oneself