Thursday, 1 October 2020
I don't wanna talk.
Sometimes I try to but when I do, nobody listens.
I'm quiet even when I talk.
The teacher asks me to speak and I freeze.
Someone screams "she's shy",
but no.
I'm anxious.
And they push me, even if they're only able to get some spit up words out of me.
When they ask questions, I can't answer.
What if I'm wrong, I can't be wrong.
I can't bare the thought of failing in front of all these people.
Every so often I know the answer, but I don't say it unless the teacher addresses to me.
The worst thing is when they do, and somehow my mind goes blank and filled with doubt.
But occasionally I have my little victories.
I know the answer when no one knows it, I'm sure the answer is right. I try to find the courage in me to open my mouth, I may need a couple of seconds but the clock is ticking so I need to speak before the teacher answers her own question.
And I speak.
In those days I get to go home a little proud.
I did it. I spoke and I was right.
I did it.
I will do it again when I can.
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