Silence.

This is a poem I wrote that basically describes me.

She was an undiscovered poet
and a nightly graveyard walker.
She wore her heart on her sleeve
and was never much of a talker.

She prefered silence over words
and her writing over all.
The silence kept her thinking
and her writing cushioned her fall.

She wrote her pain onto paper
and let it out for the world to see.
She didn't seek for attention
but that is what had come to be.

She never could laugh with meaning
and could never truly smile,
but she was one hell of a faker
since noone noticed after a while.

She was nothing more than another poet
who walked the nightly streets.
She looked for approval by all
while she hid secrets under her sheets.

She hid it deep from the world
and she kept her silence to herself.
Her potential and her meaningful smile
shall sit unoticed upon her shelf.