It's always the quiet one
Who everyone tells their
Deepest, darkest secrets,
Without realizing that they
Have made a grave mistake.
It's always the quiet one
Who is always listening to others
Problems, troubles, and complaints.
But when they need to tell their woes,
everyone walks away, and ignores them.
It's always the quiet one
Who never shows anything but happiness,
and those around them are just too ignorant
to notice what hides behind the grinning mask,
The anger and sorrow that drowns their spirit.
It's always the quiet one
Who you have to be careful around, to watch closely.
Don't get on their bad side, trust me on this, please.
You're a dead man, walking into your own grave.
And you won't even know it, until it's too late.
It's always the quiet one
Who seems to be always cheerful, and positive!
So you better hide, or better yet, just give up.
Because when they do snap, and, I'm sorry to say,
But, it's a little too late for you, you know. For you're the one
That has caused them to go mad, to erupt like a fuming volcano.
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Who made the quiet one shout?
No one will ever know for sure,
Because the body was never found.
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Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.
