Introvert anthem
By Thequietkid
Alright….okay….we had to do this at some point.
Okay, we’re ready now. No turning back.
This is a message to the quiet at heart,
The hard shells and stern brows, but truly full of art.
In the corners you fearfully lurk, hiding from the light,
Waiting for the moment the sun sets, when day turns to night.
Out from the shadows, together we will step,
Where the water is far out of our depth.
We shall start to swim and explore,
Until we are willing and able to do more.
In the moonlight we begin to soar,
But we will always stop when we see the door.
Haunted by tales of deceit and despair,
The door remains locked, and we pretend we don’t care.
Draw the curtains closed to keep the lights away,
Hope is what our demons will slay.
Is it locked or am I just too afraid?
No matter how hard I try I can never be brave,
Enough to open the door and see the other side,
So I’ll just sit here and say that I tried!
This is the song of the silent tongues,
Echoing like a brass gong, louder than King Kong.
They think they know us, they have labelled us as one,
It seems like they only miss us once we are gone.
We all have our stories, but no one will ask,
Forever we hide behind a disguise, a facade, a mask.
When the daylight fades away, our guise will peel,
Revealing our true selves you never thought was real.
You see, you and we are the same,
Before now all you knew was our name,
And you remembered it only to make us feel shame,
Whenever something happened, it was us you would blame,
“It was them! It was them! It wasn’t me!”, you would claim.
Abused and broken, our emotions will drain.
The next day you see us, solemn and sunken,
It’s like you have forgotten…..forgotten what you have done.
Are we even human? We don’t feel the pain.
We’ll smile to your face, but you see…..we are plotting what we could gain.
To us….this is all a game….we will make you forever remember our name.
Is it locked or am I just too afraid?
No matter how hard I try I can never be brave,
Enough to open the door and see the other side,
So I’ll just sit here and say that I tried!
Would it really kill you just to smile and say hi?
It won’t tear your beating heart from your hollow chest if you heard our sigh,
Then maybe asked “is everything good?”, and listened to our reply.
Some of us need help, but silent is our cry.
The dark clothes and hard stares is our beacon that we’re not alright.
Different, we are; some dull, some angry, some bright,
But united we stand, till rock turns to sand, because we are the only ones that truly understand.
This is a message to the quiet at heart,
The hard shells and stern brows, but truly full of art.
In the classroom, the corners we choose,
Silently drawing as we design our noose.
Kicking and screaming, we let loose,
When we are barricaded in our rooms,
Dreaming of our tombs.
