Even if I was the boy apart, not invited on play datesnMy own mother would resecue me from my silenced prison fatenNot even an emergency would incite the slightest squeeknHow'm i gonna enjoy my sweets when i cant say trick or treatnnWhen Jacob tries to speaknHis bones feel like glassnHis skin feels like paper and his lips are glued shutnni just wanna be comfortable, a shy smile accross my facenI wont talk, I cant talk, there not my mistakesnMother imposed a new condition, I get treats after schoolnif i drop my selective mutism but my teacher is a foolnnWhen Jacob tries to speaknHis bones feel like glassnHis skin feels like paper and his lips are glued shutnnEven if she cared enough Jacob and I still couldnt: LovennWhen Jacob tries to speaknHis bones feel like glassnHis skin feels like paper and his lips are glued shut