Everyone can just forget about me.
And they do.
It's what I like,
It's what I'm used to.
But when they do bother,
And they notice nicely,
Then that's okay.
It makes me realise I'm a person too;
Their ability to speak reasonably to me makes it true.
There are those moments,
That make me want to disappear.
I wish it was as easy,
As if you were asleep,
But in reality that is not a possibility
Unfortunately.
Sometimes I wish I could just be mute.
It would be an excuse for not talking.
Not talking in front of people,
Not having to reply,
Also no embarrassment from my horrendous voice.