You think I bow my head
Or you think I bite my tongue
Just to please you?
Because I’m scared and low
Because I don’t have the talent or the strength
To stand up for what I believe in?
My whole life people have been telling me I need to stick up for myself.
They tell me I am a doormat
That too many people walk over.
But oh how wrong they are.
Just ask the people who said that 5 years ago.
People who thought I couldn’t even make it this far.
My head may be low
My tongue may be still
But my mind is working rapid fire.
I can scream how someday I will be everything
And you will be the mat I wipe my feet on
I can just show you.