Quiet Kids 

Quiet in the sense of voice

But not as quiet in the mind 

Observing

Reflecting 

Understanding 

Collecting thoughts as we enter a room

Foreign to our normal state of familiarity 

         Quiet Kids

Gaining a sense of reality 

Or a sense of false realities conjured up in my psyche 

         Always thinking 

         Always Thinking 

         Always Thinking

Never not wanting to go back to a sense of normality

      My sense of normality 

      My sense of normality 

      My sense of normality

Blocking out the loud kids in the back of the bus 

With music that reflects my soul 

      Reflects my mind

      Reflects the chaos 

      Reflects the chaos 

      Reflects the chaos 

Sporadic notions of the constant neuron-firing cerebrum 

Words spread out like the never-ending depths of life 

Looking out the window looking over what the world is 

     Rather than seeing the darkness even though it’s dark out

     Rather than seeing the darkness even though it’s dark out

     Rather than seeing the darkness even though it’s dark out

I keep my eyes focused on the beauteous aspects of this world my God created

I keep my eyes focused on the leaves flowing through the streets

The cars passing me by 

The people passing me by 

The minutes 

The hours 

The days 

Passing me by 

      They say when death is upon you your life flashes before your eyes 

      They say when death is upon you your life flashes before your eyes 

      They say when death is upon you your life flashes before your eyes 

Well I say, not living in the present causes your life to flash before your eyes 

Even if you don’t notice

      It flashes before you, if you stay confined in your mind

      It flashes before you, if you stay confined in your mind

      It flashes before you, if you stay confined in your mind

That’s why as the quiet kid I am 

Observing 

Reflecting 

And Understanding

Are the pinnacle parts of my day 

I may be quiet surrounded by foreign entities 

But just like the beauty I choose to see within this cold world

I choose when and where to pour out my personality and complex individuality 

       To those I truly love 

       To those I truly love 

       To those I truly love 

Ironic words from a girl who used to get the words 

“Great student, very intelligent. Just talks a lot”

On my report cards

      The irony within the growth of the mind

      The irony within the growth of the mind

      The irony within the growth of the mind

The inquisitiveness of a child wanting to not only explore the world 

But explore her own mind

Soon begins to mellow out 

Once she realizes that sometimes 

      Silence can hold power 

      Silence can hold power 

      Silence can hold power 

It’s almost like the silence of a blade coming to destroy any obstacles in its path

Without any of the audibility 

But you know you’ve met your match

      Quiet kids

      Quiet Kids 

      Quiet Kids

Holding greatness inside of them that can not be simply spoken aloud

But shown to the world

To recognize their greatness