Silent Anger

You see me as some quiet smart person. The one who will get you through projects and make teachers happy. But sometimes, it’s like that’s all you see. I’m quiet. That is my label. To you, I’m the mute kid that barely talks. I warm up to people, but still, they always see me as practically silent. Maybe I’ve been shedding the label in the past few years, but I guess you'll always come back to it. And apparently if I'm silent, that means I'm have nothing to say. No opinion. Nothing. Well I have news. I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. A lot to say, actually. Just because I’m not shooting my mouth off every time opportunity presents itself doesn’t mean my opinion is as wispy and nondescript as clouds. Maybe if you got to know me, you’d know that. The thoughts in my brain, my feelings-private. But boy, your opinion of me would change if you ever paid enough attention to hear it. I’m filled with rage. With anger. Sadness. Loneliness. Happiness. Jealousy. Thoughtfulness. Love. Bet you didn’t know that. I get angry. Really angry. You probably think quiet people, especially me, don’t get angry. Don’t get into fights. Well guess what? I do. I get mad. So mad, you wouldn’t believe it. Poison seeps into my thoughts and contaminates my brain. The things I think are thoughts nobody is supposed to hear. I have so much to say. Hate, anger, love, everything inside my brain waiting to burst out. Maybe one day it will. But even though some comes out in waves, little trickles, you’d never know. Nobody ever seems to pay enough attention.