This is what's wrong with me

I walk down the empty road as a single car glides past
I keep my head down as to avoid eye contact
I wonder if they saw my eyes, how they are filled with fear.
Not many people understand what the problem is here.
I have a social disorder that makes it hard to speak
Even if I know there's nothing wrong still it makes me weak.
I try to fight it but I can't hide it it sits upon my sleeve
It haunts every conversation, every word, every line
I can't understand why this problem had to be mine.
I want so badly to walk amongst the fearless
But I have a burden so big and bad
It hurts to have to hear this
I wish I was a normal person, no depression or anxiety
But this is what I am, according to society

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