Here I am


I want to shout

I'm here

I'm me

Though that may be hard to see.



I'm quietly thinking

I want to be your friend

But how can I be?




You may call me 'quiet'

And I may call you 'loud'

But I want to be loud like you

I just can't make a sound.



Call me what you like

But I am not your enemy

Neither am I your best friend

I just blend in with the scenery.



The End

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