Social being
It’s not me
I’d rather sit
Under a tree
Reflect on the nature
Of reality
While enjoying
A small cup of tea
In social settings
I freeze up
The fear arises
To say what’s up?
With nothing to say
I just stand there
Watching the world
With a blank stare
If there was a girl
That was a match for me
I wouldn’t even know
Because I cannot see
With lots of people
I feel a pressure
Like I need to perform
But under the weather
For the mind is sick
Going through healing
Trying to attain
A better feeling
I try to participate
But cannot flow
With the energy
That others know
I’m in my own world
Where I feel safe
Pressing outside
I feel chafe
Like there’s a friction
Between me and you
Losing awareness
Things go askew
Like the only thing
That I understand
Is mental illness
Is that my brand?
Is that how I identify?
Stuck in this box
Can’t get out
Like it’s Fort Knox
More like a jail
Have I done something wrong?
Will I be forgiven
So I can belong
Some may think
I’m cold and distant
But with the right person
I change in an instant
But why can’t I light up
With everyone I meet
This seems to be
The difficult feat
It’s like there’s nothing
No emotion
Where’s my passion?
Lost in this ocean
Something to discuss
With my peers
That isn’t based
In my fears
I know it’s on
The other side
And i’m trying to get there
With every stride
But progress is painful
So I go slow
Bit by bit
I join the show
Trying to fit in
Find my place
Sometimes it feels
Like a race
So I search
But don’t want to compete
Wanting to fall into place
Nice and neat
I know there’s a way
And I draw closer
And once I get there
I’ll have closure