Poem: I Don't Know How?

I Don't Know How?

I sit in class, my palms are cold.

Watching others, confident, bold.

I want to join, to laugh, to play.

But the words inside just slip away.

My mind's a maze of tangled thoughts.

A storm of questions never caught -

When I try to speak, the silence wins -

A battle lost before it begins.

I say things that I never mean,

Misread, mislook, or left unseen.

They call me spoiled, arrogant, cold -

Names sharper than the truth I hold.

I want to tell them how it feels,

The way my heart breaks, slowly heals.

But fear holds tight, I freeze, I shrink -

I'm lost inside before I blink.

How do you make a friend, a bond?

When every step feels so beyond.

When all I know is wrong or right,

But never how to start the fight.

I wear my silence like a mask,

Hiding the questions I dare not ask.

Lonely inside, though people near,

A quiet storm fueled by fear.

I'm not heartless, or full of pride,

Just trapped inside, nowhere to hide.

A girl who wants to find her way -

But doesn't know the words to say.

If you could see behind my eyes,

You'd find a soul that silently cries.

Longing not to stand apart -

But to connect, to show her heart.

By:

Wirda Siddique 

“Through poetry, I set free the thoughts and words that were hidden deep within.”