All of me the way they see

Maybe because I don't speak 

People may think I am meek 

 Just like any other, but I know better,

 I'm not a talker I have a soul far more striking 

They may fail to notice what's so good about me

They'll judge yes, and depict me how they want

 But will I show them? 

 That a silent person is not just a sweet vapid

 Let this be an anthem for me

 For the world to see

 Just because they lack the creativity

 To understand what I am truly

 Its always " I don't speak" never "they don't hear" 

The kinder ones say I'm insecure

 Loudmouths put me for the narcissist 

Which almost makes me think I'm too good for them

 When will there come a time?

 When they know that deep beneath 

There's an intelligence they fail to see 

Humour so beyond their capacity 

All this they never knew,

 But they must voice their opinions of me

 So they all just say

She is sweet and kind, that's all we see.