Jellywaffle31

I sit here, with all eyes looking forward. Teacher's speaking to us expecting an answer no reply my mouth quivers as a thought of an answer that I believed was correct, my arm access ready for me to reply to the teacher's question. But yet I holt, keeping my hands holding each other in a shaking matter. No one realises my struggle and why should they care? I'm just an anonymous name on a blank plain piece of paper. Calling myself smart would be an understatement, I would state myself as a fly fallen into milk. People have told me, there are other people like me in this school but never answers my plie. God. Why you bestow on me this cures tha