The Blood & The Bones

Some days I wish I was the quiet girl

The one who goes unnoticed

Meek and small

Sitting with her hands folded

Hoping to blend in

Scared to stand out

Scared to stand up

But I am not

I am a presence

A force to be reckoned with

A lion, a warrior

A goddamn tornado

Too strong and too free

For the weak to handle

And I have to remind myself

That those quiet girls

Often wish they were me

LL~