Cold, Quiet, and Meek

My mother was a teacher,

My mother loved her job.

My mother was so sweet and kind,

My mother was so strong.

My brothers followed in her footsteps,

My sister is the apple of her eye.

Well what am I?

The eulogy said I got her strength,

That is so fake.

I can lie all I want,

Act ever so nonchalant,

But I am weak.

I am cold, quiet, and meek.

I want to tell the truth so badly,

But I'm afraid of what they'll think of me.

I'm not as sweet and pure as my mother was,

I can't do what everyone else does.

This honest speech with no secrets?

What if I say something I regret?

Things aren't as simple as they seem,

I can't find a way to explain it without being mean.

I'm not so great with spoken word,

I'd rather my opinion was not heard.

I am not strong,

I cannot fix what I've done wrong.

I am weak.

Cold, Quiet, and Meek.

Simpleplan, I know you hate when I do it, but it's habit. I have to capitalize the last part. It's my thing!

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