You,
Are not my mirror.
You do not get to look me in the eyes
And show me every flaw my body holds.
You,
Do not know me.
You have not seen inside me to know
That I am so much more than you ever thought.
Yes,
I am small, I am plain, and my tongue is quiet,
But I have a presence so large within me that it\'s magnitude expands farther than you ever thought possible.
And do not assume that because I do not speak,
That I am silent.
I may not have a voice that can boom across a room,
Captivating an audience with a single sentence..
But,
My pen speaks.
It yells across the paper and speaks deeper
than you could ever comprehend.