I'm tired of my insecurities even if I think they're gone they still reappear
I already have social anxiety and even though I beat most of my depression this still isn't fair
I'm not as confident as the other guys, I'm too shy to speak up
Even writing this poem right now is just a little too much
It's always hard to address what's on my mind but nobody really gets it
I have a really big fear of being left alone and a feeling that sometimes I may not be accepted
I love my friends, they make me feel at home, but I can't let them know everything I think about
I often feel if I open my mouth and let the truth come out my life will turn into a blackout
And don't let me get started on talking to a girl I like, that's almost dang near impossible
I can barely do it behind a screen and my speech turns into my eyesight when I'm wearing an eye patch and a monocle
I can see out one eye but I can never make out the image because of the next
Meaning I can prepare my words ahead of time but my mouth pins up like arms coming short on a T-Rex
This is just a sample of the issue I deal with though it is my greatest burden
But I hope to be like Arthur some day accepting advice from Merlin