"Quiet Spark" In corners I sit, where the noise fades away, A whisper in halls where loud voices play. But silence is strength, not something to fear— My thoughts speak loud when the world leans near. I smile at the jokes, then toss one in too, Soft punchlines land with a twist they never knew. I’m not the loudest, but I’ve got my style, A quiet rebel with a crooked smile. Books are my armor, my grades my pride, Though nerves sometimes make me want to hide. Still I show up, still I try, Even when confidence feels bone-dry. So here I stand, not bold, not loud, But I shine in ways that aren’t too proud. A student, a dreamer, a quiet delight— Soft on the surface, but fierce in the fight.