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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