I am the shy girl.
I sit towards the edge,
And don't really talk much.
You think I'm weak.
You think I'm scared.
You don't know me,
You don't know what I've been through
You're wrong about me,
I'm terified.
I'm shaking because I don't know what to say.
I'm scared that you won't like me.
I'm disappointed in myself for not being more open.
I'm mad at myself,
I cry,
I beat myself up.
I tell myself I'm worthless.
I smile.
I am the quiet boy.
I sit in the back of class,
Do my work,
Then leave.
You don't think much of me.
You think I'm content.
You don't know me,
You don't know what I've been through.
You're wrong about me,
I'm stressed out.
I'm stressed because I have to keep my grades up,
Or I'll be punished.
I won't be able to do the things I love.
I've been drilled into submission.
When I do something wrong,
I'm angry at myself,
I punish myself,
I cry,
I tell myself I'm pathetic,
I laugh.
I am the teacher you all hate.
I stand in the front of the room,
Give orders,
Then go about my day.
You think I'm harsh,
You think I'm cold.
You don't know me,
You don't know what I've been through.
You're wrong about me,
I grew up this way.
I grew up in a strict house with strict rules.
It's all I've ever known.
I had harsh punishments,
Now I give them.
I hate doing it.
I'm lonely,
I'm miserable,
I cry,
I tell myself I'm hated.
I love.
We all smile,
We all laugh,
We all love.
You think you know us?
You don't know what we've been through.
I am reality.
