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