Posted on Feb 7, 2013


So quiet she is
like a mouse
Not a squeak
or anything else
Her own company
she always keeps
From her not
a peep
Yet deep inside
she does scream
Chattering away
letting off steam
Wanting to escape
her personal hell
And her very own
self-imposed shell
Inside she roars
outside she squeaks
Her confidence
and freedom she seeks

Posted in: Poetry