Such a silly word.


Something I never had.

Living and breathing,

Never doing as I pleased.

Terrified to speak,

Always weak in the knees.

Never knew how to say,

The thoughts that I held.

Never knew how to show,

The emotions I felt.

Wanting to be friendly,

Wanting to be kind,

Wanting to be happy,

And wanting to be alive.

Senior year,

I've had enough.

Longing overcame the fear,

I had felt so silly.

I spoke.

I spoke in class,

I spoke to friends,

I gave my opinion.

I was alive at last.


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