Written

S e v e n t y - N i n e

You don't know me. I'm shy, I'm quiet.

You pretend to care, but truth is you don't.

I went up, to present. In front of the class.

Do you not understand. How we feel in that position.

I went up there at tried to talk. You looked like you got mad or frusterated.

But let me ask you something.

How can I talk when the person presenting with me is answering everything right away? I can't even try to get a word in because every time I try everyone stares straight at her. Knowing she's the one that would answer. Pretending I don't exist until you tell me I have to answer the next question. I say okay, yet I think...

You can't tell me when to answer, but I wish I could tell you that in person, because I make my own decisions. I'm too nice to cut someone off just so you can hear me speak.

I'll answer the next one I'd say, yet everytime the question was asked, my partner took over.

When we would talk at the same time she wouldn't stop and say oh go ahead. No not at all, she wouldn't even stop. Shut up for once, is what I wanted to scream, but I knew that would only draw attention to me.

To you I'm just a student. To her I'm just a partner. The them I'm just a shy girl wanting to avoid talking or eye contact at anytime, but to me... I'm a shy, quiet girl who in her head is confident and patient, ready to do anything.

But what I think doesn't matter, because I know that I can't speak.