Speech of The Unspoken

Love, The Unspoken

Dear Everybody,

     I guess you can say that you've never heard or have seen me before in your highschool years. But what I'm about to say is for the unspoken. You may be sitting here wondering 'The unspoken? What does she mean? Who are they?', but here's the thing, it's so common that it goes unnoticed. While you sit there and ponder to yourself let me go on. High school is a major popularity test. You have your jocks, the brainiacs, the nerds, the computer wizards, the artists, the dancers, the choir geeks, the band nerds, drum line and of course the color guard and cosmetology girls. Somehow everyone fits in one of those cliques, except the unspoken. I am one of the few unspoken, but now I refuse to be silent. I refuse to go unnoticed another day, another second, another year. I do have my own talents, yes, but I dont fit in with the other people who have the same talents. My fear of being alone has never felt more prominent in my life then in my highschool years. I have often sat alone at almost the same lunch table everyday, nobody has noticed, the few that have don't even give me a second glance and go back to their day, unfazed by the  girl who sits alone. I told one person, he told me that I shouldn't sit alone. He since then has sat with me some days. He often questions how my day was, and his ways of moving past the bullying and tormenting. He often makes me smile when I have a bad day and we often have short conversations after school, locked in the safety of our own houses. Well one safe, the other broken. It's always the highlight of my day. But I'm not on topic. The gloomy part of the days that have always been the unspokens past, present and future with no ending cycle. Our carrousel of gloom and despair keeps going in circles until we reach out and stand up (which isn't very known for our kind), that is our topic. Our day often starts with the same routine, get up, get dressed, go to school, endure the tormenting and bullying, go home, and go back to being anti social in the safety of our rooms (the one place we are not afraid to be ourselves). We often don't participate in extra-curricular activities due to the bullies who think they are so sly when it comes to speaking about us. We don't participate in the talent shows simply because we have no friends to vote for us and cheer us on. Our talents are not something to take lightly and sadly we don't want to show you because we are afraid to hear the comments that aren't needed. We don't crave attention, we just want to feel the love that we never have earned from another. Look around you, you are surrounded by love and people who adore you. Then you may look at a person like me, unwanted and unspoken. We never get a goodbye and a see you tomorrow, we just get the sad looks of the teachers who have failed to take notice of the hurtful words being wrote upon paper and the hair pulling happening right under there noses. The unspoken though do not want to be heard but somebody has to tell our story.                                                

Love,          
The Unspoken