The introvert

The Introvert Im surrounded by people that I don't know, I don't want to socialize I just want to go. Can't you understand cant you see I can't handle things like this, you're suffocating me. I'm not at all what you would call a people person, the center of attention is the last place I'd want to be. I can be funny, I can be clever I can sing I can dance but put me in front of a crowd and I don't have a chance, I'll stutter I'll cry I'll wish to die. You could just try at least they say. What do you think I've been doing all day? I am trying I'm  trying to smile I'm trying not to jump out of my skin I'm trying to act like I'm not really crying, I'm trying and failing there's no denying. I try to be social I try to let go. I want to let someone in I want someone to know who I am, who I want to be. I want someone to know me. But how can that be if I can't even work up the nerve to speak freely? Can this be all there is to me? 

This poem is about: 
My family

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