'social anxiety'
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I was 20 and then I grew 30. I plastered into small spaces searching for meaning. Flew with dragons, studied 4 years plus one pretending I was enough. Talked and talked while hiding under black umbrellas.
Careful not to reveal mistakes,
Lying never gets a break.
Hides so much, it looks so fake
Tongue like a silver snake
Just a price she has to pay
When you hide your world
behind your face.
There is one thing I want in this life.
One thing I yearn for,
One thing I long for,
I want the will to speak.
This one thing is an ache
The world is loud.
And busy.
Everyone pushing to get to the same places
They rush by and life passes them by like the blur of faces
The only difference between you and me is I get stuck
In the in between.
