Quiet


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

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