Quiet Ones

by Swallowed by Death   Jan 6, 2005


Thoughts drifting through my head,
Oh how I wish that I were dead,
I’ve lived each day in permanent fear,
As my eyes fill with tears,
I want to scream and yell and shout,
But from my mouth no words come out,
I only wonder just how long,
It would take them to notice that I am gone,
On the inside I truly am meek,
But on the outside, an unnatural freak,
Simple minds I can only deceive,
Only the stupid will truly believe,
This phony cute little smile,
But really I’m as scared as a child,
I know I’m lost inside my mind,
I have no time to unwind,
I know that I am not the first,
The quiet ones are always the worst.

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