MEETING

I don't like talking,

I am an observer.

I will not start a conversation,

Because, I can't.

Meet my Social Anxiety.

I'm afraid of people.

Others say I'm shy.

I'm sorry but that's a lie,

But you don’t know that, right?

On my mind:

'Too many people.'

'They probably think I'm fat.'

'They think I'm ugly'

'They're watching me'

Too many people, too much talk.

Come on, help me, before I start to cry.

Every night I cry.

The loneliness is killing me,

But I'm happy, isn't it right?

I'm shaking, I begin to scratch.

Oh, god, help me now…

You don't know what's going on inside my mind.

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