They tell me I’m timid, and call me “too shy”
But they do not know me, nor how loud I can cry
My voice is on pages, in words, black-and-white
And my words throw a punch worse than any fist-fight
It’s a quick party trick, standing still, taking hits
Grit your teeth, curl your hands into tiny little fists,
Look away, run away, let them laugh at your back
But with words you stand up, turn around, and hit back.
They’ll never see it coming. I swear they never do.
To see a story where the villain screams his insults like they do.
And I can bring tears to any hardened-heart’s eyes
With a few simple words, carefully crafted in my mind
See, I’m not really “timid”. I just speak a different way.
I shout with words unspoken, but they’re forever here to stay
I hit you back far harder than you ever could hit me
Your hits may make me sting, but my words will make you bleed.