It's more than silence.

Hey there it's me :) 

That weirdo who is never fiscible enough to be part of your special circle

It's me that awkwardly walks these festive hallways

Students blabbering and footsteps keeps on knocking

Please don't stare at me; that gaze so empty

I'll shrivel more than normal you see

I'll panic till I move on haste while time becomes forever before I reach my class

I'm sorry, I am delicately anxious

I passively listen with glee yet remains hollow when dragged for participation

I might stammer horribly when asked or stutter horribly when I speak

Of course please don't expect me for P.E. class 

I'm skinny.

Weak.

Sickly.

Most of all, the depth of my sadness

Can they not see? The transparent frown evident on my face

Can they not feel? The raging emotions hanged in the deepest reaches inside me

 Can they not hear? The sharp shrieks scratching my wounded throat

I'm hopelessly away from a transparent paradise

I'm afraid without a pint of bravery

I'm lost and wandering the empty barrens of self-esteem

It is more than being naturally shy or socially awkward

The monster had crawled out of my bed to haunt me

If anyone or anything could hear these cries. Come here. Save me.

-V.Phaighton