Bursting Bubbles

I wish my teacher knew...

I wish my teachers knew that I don't try to misbehave by not paying attention in class. It's not something I can control anymore.

I wish my teachers knew that I genuinly can't control my anxiety. Logic doesn't work. Nothing does.

I wish my teachers knew that yelling at me makes it worse. Not better. A lot worse.

I wish my teachers knew that I try, and I try, and I try. But nothing works.

I wish my teachers knew that even though I read really well, I don't understand even half of it. 

I wish my teachers knew that when I say I don't know, I mean it. Why would I lie?

I wish my teachers knew that how they treat me really does affect my life. Every word you say, every day your mad at all of us, it affects our life. You affect how we learn, and how we see the world. Teachers have power, no matter what society says. 

My teachers have molded my anxiety into what it is today. They have molded how I react to people trying to help me, and how I get worried about messing up. 

I wish my teachers knew that they need to treat us differently. Treat us with respect. Try to understand. Not everyone misbehaves. Teach us. Don't disiplin. Take the time to get to know us. Know our intentions. 

I wish my teachers knew that I tried.

I tried.

I tried.

I tried.