The Shy One
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I'm not the shy one.
I'm not silent.
and I only sat at the back of the class
that day because I was late.
and I didn't speak
because you never asked me,
because you thought it was kind
to be quite
around the shy one.
Well, I'm not the shy one.
When I did speak,
I told you how that story we read made think of home
how it kept me grinning while I mopped the floor at my second job
Somtimes I'm quiet because I get three hours of sleep
so I'm trying to keep to myself
because I'm empty.
But even then I'm not the shy one.
Before our private meeting
I stood outside your office with my stomach in my hands
fiddling with an imaginary paperclip
hoping to myself that you wouldn't say anything bad about my writing.
When you invited me in you asked me about my dreams
like you would ask about the weather.
I was out of your office in five minutes.
You smiled as I left
like your brevity had spared me.
Heaven forbid you should talk to the shy one.
I want you to know
I don't hate you.
I don't blame you for thinking you're helping me out.
Every day in every classroom
people like me are ignored
out of kindness.
You confuse our silence with not wanting to speak
while we wait patiently for you to look at us,
for just one second,
like we have something to say
that you want to hear.