They say that the quiet ones are
the ones to look out for.
With one truth I utter they are all done for.

They call me insignificant, fragile and weak but they turn silent when I start to speak.
I endure insults, comments and beatings
but they don't have a clue what I'm thinking

You can talk all you want behind me back.
Everybody knows that you're compensating for what you lack.

I am not the kind of person who lashes out without reason.
It would take more than that to put me out of comission.
And we both know that you brought out the  worst in me.
Now you'll know that is more than that the eye can see.

Your greatest act of disrespect was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
So what did you expect? That I would stand there and take it?! So I counterattack.

When an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.
Trust me when I turn bad I can become much much worse.

They say that the quiet ones are
the ones to look out for.
With one truth I utter
the others start to stutter.

They call me ugly, wierdo, freak
With just a whisper I make them shriek
I endure their taunts, their punches and slaps
But they run away the moment I snap.