Quiet Freak

They call me Howdie Doodie down the schoolhouse hall

Laugh behind their hands like I ain’t ten feet tall

But I got a back full of bruises and a jaw set hard

Been takin’ cheap shots, keepin’ cool, playin’ every card

There’s a storm in every quiet freak!

Fire in the ones too proud to speak!

I’m the nerd who can fight, I ain’t bowin’ to your clique

You can laugh, but you ain’t breakin’ me quick

No—you don’t know the strength you mock

Till the shy kid shakes the rock!

They throw me in the circle, say “Let’s see the nerd go down”

Next thing they’re starin’ at the mat while I’m wearin’ the crown

Then they spit, “Just lucky,” every damn win I earn

Well luck don’t sweat and bleed for years the way I burned

There’s a storm in every quiet freak!

Fire in the ones too proud to speak!

I’m the nerd who can fight, I ain’t bowin’ to your clique

You can laugh, but you ain’t breakin’ me quick

No—you don’t know the strength you mock

Till the shy kid shakes the rock!

Pretty girls smile like I’m some joke they trade

While I dream of bein’ wanted instead of bein’ played

But out with my misfit brothers, I stand ten feet high

Kings of the outcasts with rebellion in our eyes

There’s a storm in every quiet freak!

Fire in the ones too proud to speak!

I’m the nerd who can fight, I ain’t bowin’ to your clique

You can laugh, but you ain’t breakin’ me quick

No—you don’t know the strength you mock

Till the shy kid shakes the rock!

Teacher says “Keep your head down, son, your time’ll come around”

But time feels slow when you’re the punchline of this town

They see thick glasses, crooked grin, books under my arm

They never see the fuse inside or reckon with the storm

There’s a storm in every quiet freak!

Truth in the ones too scared to speak!

We’re the mocked, the missed, the misfit breed

But we’re the ones who learn to bleed and lead

Laugh now while your kingdom rocks—

The quiet freaks are pickin’ locks!

I held back thunder when I could’ve struck

Kept my honor when the world screamed luck

One day these halls’ll know my name

And they’ll choke rememberin’ who they made

There’s a storm in every quiet freak!

Power in the ones you call weak!

I’m the nerd who can fight, and I’m done bein’ slick

I’m a fist in the dark and a fuse to the wick

You can sneer while the strong stand small—

But the quiet freak may outlast all!