Mute.

In a moment of silence I heard my mouth open,
But nothing came out.
Because if the wrong thing is said- then,
People bounce on you like hungry fat people fighting over the last piece
And what do you get for stating your opinion.
A hit in the face with another cruel comment.
This always happens. I am the joke.
Everything I say is somehow twisted, broken, and wrong.
My thoughts are heard, and my voice is seen.
But nobody cares.
My opinions are like the sprinkles on awesome cookies.
Not needed.—
I am heart broken, and haven’t even spoken
Because the minute my mouth opens
The teasing begins
Before I can spit a single sentence out
The inability to say what i think
The inability to stand up for myself
My self esteem drops to a whopping negative one
And that\'s just at home because-
Then school decides to come over to play.
I sit there- mouth shut and observe.
The teachers calls on me and I shrug my shoulders
In fear of the stares, the critizing-
My mouth opens, but continues to close
Pshh who am I kidding?
Talking just increases your negative look
I am an outcast, the unknown student who sits in the back
Behind the tall dude with the bushy like hair
In hopes of getting through the day
Without being made fun of, put down
\"The teacher says I’m wrong\", humiliated
In other words without saying one word.
Because I’m hiding from everything
Nobody knows why I’m failing,
Or why I do the things I do.
Everyone just knows that I am a loser
They don’t care to know much more.
And so i shut my body down, and block everything out
I am Mute.