I am standing next to you, in front of you, close to you. Trying to be like you. Trying to act like you. Trying to be like everyone else, but inside I cringe because I don’t feel comfortable at all. Socializing seems so wrong because all I can think of is how you will hate me anyways. All I want is to be alone.
I am scared of doing something wrong and start to talk. I can’t stop to talk because this way no one seems to notice how confused and misplaced I feel. And whenever someone makes a comment about how much I talk I cry inside because there is nothing else to distract me from my fear. Silence makes it even worse all I have are my never stopping words.
I didn’t choose to feel this way and I hate it every day. But I hide it from the world. Every night I go to bed telling myself this needs to stop. I tell myself tomorrow I won’t talk that much. And when I escape in my books or in my writing all of you come up to me. Why don’t you notice that I just want to be alone?
And none of you will ever know about that because I locked all of those feelings away. I locked them in a place you will never get to. Where no one will ever get to.
Lots of Love
Just A Blank Space