Quiet Please

Listen to my voice. I exist as well.

I can think of so many things to say.

I get overlooked. It makes my life Hell.

So many of my ideas go to waste.

Make it quiet, please. That is all I ask.

Is your brain even capable of that?

So… I need some time to think through this task.

Honestly! This grueling pace is too fast.

It’s not easy in a noisy classroom.

Groups everywhere “working” without a care.

It’s so overwhelming. My mind goes “Boom!”

Knowing my troubles… ask me if you dare.

So you see, it’s always us quiet ones…

Who pay the price for your extroversion.

Author Notes: For the anyone who doesn't understand what is happening in my head during class.

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