A teacher onced asked me
“Are you mute, can you speak?”
While I froze still, with a pen in my hand
“Did you draw on the whiteboard”
But I hadn’t, I had only picked it up
And seen what was scribbled
When the teacher walked in
And stared at me in horror
I try to tell her that it wasn’t me
But my lips wouldn’t move
I wanted to run away
But my body wouldn’t budge
My heart beats loudly as I swallow
I utter a single sound “Um”
And the teacher almost yells
“Huh, what did you say?”
My fear catches in my throat
Fright clouds my vision
I shake my head, it’s all I can do
And the teacher wonders if I’m mute
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Author:
LP2187 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I made this poem because I have selective mutism. This involves the inability to speak in certain situations, social anxiety, avoidance of eye contact, use of nonverbal communication, and behaviour changes (for me that's anger issues). My life is screwed up and I can't do anything about it. I feel I have PTSD and I get angry over just the little shts. Like, I get very angry. I wreck things. I wrecked my own life too. But I think I can try to be happy. Thank you NinjaGirl.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Wow I'm nearly 43 and this took me back! It's why my 3rd and 4th children are homeschooling and I become a dog behaviourist!
This was such a powerful write on many levels but know that your not a failure when unable to find words to communicate with others who are incoherent! It's makes you wise, as you can't argue with those that will never listen.
Keep on your path, you'll find your strength that's always been there. One day you'll see all this training is what makes you amazingly you!
Much peace and respect
Thank you very very much.
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