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The curtains are permanently drawn Always night, there's never a dawn I hear people living a life outside But this is my prison, I hide inside.
The bell rings, i step into the hallway, everyone suddenly stops, is that me or is everyone actually staring, or did my mind just freeze, i can feel my heart beat boom boom, boom boom.
My main thought today has been why am I such an introvert. I don't understand it, I was never this way in my early years.
A ll these people round me. L ife full of fun and games. I nsecurities confound me. E verything seems so lame. N obody understands me. A n alien, not the same. T ry my best to join in.
My Girlfriend's parents here for tea, Feel like they're inspecting me. No white gloves for the dust test, Still I'm feeling rather stressed.
Am I the new hot topic. The new joke everyone is talking about, I'm just a fool and no one will help. Instead they trick me, making me see myself as something I'm not.
When the world seems to get too large, too quick or too scary, I crawl into my shell. Natural introversion takes over. When other's natural opposites push me into places I can't go, My mind retracts.
I'm like a tortoise, slowly I get coaxed out of my shell and for a while I enjoy myself, then something happens and I shoot back in to my shell.
There'th thith girl I really fanthy, Her name ith Thelly Peacth. I haven't the guth to talk to her, I'm worried bout my thpeecth.
Ahhh fairs. It just deserves that "ahhhh" because they're just so damn spectacular. And I swear, I'm not being sarcastic.
I met a friend through a friend. And my circle started to blend. I'm not particularly loud. The guy escaping the crowd. You may call me impolite. Niceties I recite. Too many names, too many faces.
Time: When we are on our 'Death Bed' some if us will truly wish we had more of.
Awkward silence, I'm dressed to impressed. Ironed my dress, Tresses all tressed. They stare at me over the table, You're not one of us, Makes me feel unstable.
As I stand chatting with my friends... You walk up and start talking with your friends about ....oh.... mabye 10 feet away.... And what do I do. I stand there and ignore you... I don't notice you....
Flo ended up dancing with her mother. After stepping the Queens toes several times they decided that she would let her dance partner take the lead at the ball.
As my other post says, I'm not the most confident person when it comes to talking to people that I don't know, especially girls.
I have it. In a way it decapitates me in many areas of my life. It hinders my growth and it puts high walls to my relationships. I call it a disease because it harms me in many ways.
Confidence is a thing that I have always been severely short of, especially when it comes to girls.
That moment When in a group, You go to speak next. But someone unknowing Has already taken Half of your words. It's half life.
Waiting in the room that smells like lemons. My mom is talking to my psychiatrist as I wait in this room. Across from me is a girl with heels, a skirt, and kool-aid.
"What's your name?" the girl asks, And Marcus forgot, His first and last name, no, he cannot, Remember his color, Or his book that's of choice. It seems that our friend, Has now lost his voice.
So many efforts to make you like me. I keep your texts just so I can read them every night and keep you fresh in my mind.
There sits a girl A lonesome soul In the cafeteria, eating her meal Wishing for time to move fast So she could escape the misery Every where there is sound Talk, music, the blare of a tv She...
Got an invitation. To a party at your house. I'll either be the life and soul. Or quiet as a mouse. Thinking of an outfit. New shirt for the day. Seen one that I really like.