Social Anxiety
I want to talk to you I don’t want to talk to you What the hell do I even want? Life isn’t always kind I think I will reach closer But I instead push farther back I think I’ll have drive and ambition And talk to people once again Yes, no, yes, no Talking will be the death of me The words are thought out with ease But come out so poorly Sometimes too afraid to leave the room For I have to face the petty days of small talk Which may make me go insane I swear I am truly sincere And I am genuine and have so much to say But talking is not my strong suit I am but a wallflower Approach me first and maybe we’ll have a nice talk Or it just might be another case of bullshit Or I'll fail miserable What the hell do I even want? An intelligent conversation would seem nice. |
Re: Social Anxiety
I think this depicts the thought process really well. I like how you answered your own question at the end! ^.^
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This is really good! :)
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Re: Social Anxiety
This depicts the thought process really well. Great job on this one. ^.^
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This is really great! I love how you wrote this and described things perfectly
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The first two stanzas sum me up perfectly! Great job!
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Re: Social Anxiety
This is relatable and I like how you wrote it. :)
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Re: Social Anxiety
I could relate to this a lot, especially the ambivalence, and I quite enjoyed the way it was written. Thanks for sharing!
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