Sep 2017
I see the looks you give me
I know you think me strange
I know of most assumptions you’ve created in your brains
Yes, I’ve heard all the rumors
Yes, I’ve seen it in your eyes
Yes, you have believed each and every of the lies
At this point, what is true?
At this point, what’s astray?
Have you ever even wondered, if you asked me, what I’d say?
You would learn that I am thoughtful
You would learn I’m happy, too
You would learn I’m very friendly once I open up to you
You would find I can be fun
And I’m different but the same
You would find I’m not the rumor you’ve all stapled to my name
But you’ll never know the real me
No, you won't know me at all
I'm too shy to open up to you, and you would never call
So here I sit beside you
So close but far away
I know everything you're thinking, but you'll never know the same
I know you think me strange
I know of most assumptions you’ve created in your brains
Yes, I’ve heard all the rumors
Yes, I’ve seen it in your eyes
Yes, you have believed each and every of the lies
At this point, what is true?
At this point, what’s astray?
Have you ever even wondered, if you asked me, what I’d say?
You would learn that I am thoughtful
You would learn I’m happy, too
You would learn I’m very friendly once I open up to you
You would find I can be fun
And I’m different but the same
You would find I’m not the rumor you’ve all stapled to my name
But you’ll never know the real me
No, you won't know me at all
I'm too shy to open up to you, and you would never call
So here I sit beside you
So close but far away
I know everything you're thinking, but you'll never know the same
Social Anxiety is a big part of being paranoid. Sometimes, what you think people are thinking is completely off base, but other times, you honestly know that they think strange things about you. When you're nervous about people's opinions, talking to people, or even just wonder if they want you around, you tend to step back and be an observer instead. When all you do is observe, people take things they glean about you at a glance and come up with their own conclusions. You're a mystery. This is how it is for me. I'm straight, but I don't talk about guys, so a lot of people think I'm gay - just for an example. If someone were to talk to me and try to break my barriers down, they would learn a lot. But they don't. Because I'm shy. I hope this poem gives some insight into what it's like to be on the outside.
