No one knew the true woman,
she always sat quietly at her desk.

I always had a unique personality,
But most didn?t care to know me.

The poor girl, she always seemed stern?
Or lonely
She must like her quiet; must like to shun the rest of the world
They said

Yes, she was happy enough.  Fine the way she was.

No one saw the need for company in me save a few;
no one understood that I wasn?t overly serious.
It was simply my way to be quiet.