I think I’m too loud, too much for this world,
Like a flame in the dark, too bright, unfurled.
My voice fills the silence, breaks through the still,
But I wonder if anyone feels what I feel.
I’ve tried to be softer, a quieter tone,
But each time I do, I feel more alone.
This fire inside me, it’s hard to contain,
Yet being myself brings heartache and pain.
Maybe I’m too much, a storm in disguise,
Longing for acceptance in strangers\' eyes.
I think I’m too loud, a misfit, unwise—
And in this loudness, I silently cry.