The Pyle Inside

I sit in the back,

My chin in my hand

And listen to the people talk

They go on and on

But I don’t mind it

Being silent,

As a matter of fact

I don’t mind it at all

I am a listener

And I speak when I feel

The time is right

But they don’t seem to understand

They say I’m humble

That I don’t speak my own mind

Well what if my unspoken words made a statement of my own

What if my countless trials to keep peace

Was a way of shouting out what I believed?

If people looked closer maybe they would see

But alas, I should have stayed silent

Because this piece, could have been a tribute to my integrity