Blip, blip, blip goes my cursor.
I wait for words to come for me, silently hoping I'll have something, anything to say,
to the girl next to me in Chemistry class.
My brain goes, blip, blip, blip, my interior cursor not moving, waiting for words to come.
I think I'm soulless.
I watch my cursor delete words I want to say but don't.
They aren't good enough.
My words aren't interesting enough, smart enough, relatable, pretty. My words are not enough.
So I bit my tongue and let the cursor erase and I don't say a word to the girl next to me.
The minutes tick by until I can leave.
I feel sorry, but I'm not sure who I feel sorry to.