The thoughts could
Ruin my day.
Even if i have
Something to say,
I can’t speak.
Consumed by anxiety,
Hushed by fear.
I once thought
They noticed me.
But no one
Will care anyways.
There was a time,
When i wasn’t so shy,
When i didn’t care
What others would think.
But now it seems,
Since i gave up my dreams,
I was never
Even a thought.
But who would
Care about that
Too-quiet-girl
Who sits in
The back of class
And hangs out
With other outcasts?
Who would care
About the girl
You only know
Through stupid rumors?
She’s not the
Type to cry.
But you can
See it in her eyes
She’s trying so
Hard not to.
And they’ll never
Have a clue
What brought her
To breaking point