Atelophobia
I’m not charismatic
Beautiful
Intelligent
I don’t blame you for overlooking my hand raised in class
My mouth rarely opens anyway
I’m mediocre
Ordinary
Average
There is nothing special about me. I suppose
it is my fault you’ve never heard me before
Frustrated
I know
I wouldn’t bother remembering my name too
if I were you
How do you understand the girl that never speaks
Sorry
I thought
You were listening
To my eyes and its unnerved voice
I thought you heard me
My
words may not be spoken
But I pray my voice is clear
Even as it’s shaking
“Let me be good enough”
I’m not charismatic
Beautiful
Intelligent
I’m inadequate
But that’s okay, I hope