All these people All these stressful situations It’s not my fault that I’m awkward It’s not my fault I don’t always say funny things, Have good comebacks. So why is it that everyone around Carelessly cast upon me their true opinion? Maybe a little too true. Every laugh And silent whispering Not so very silent Ring loudly in my ears, in my heart It all trails behind me, all my decisions dictated by the preferences of others Harshly driving me into paranoia, A cacophony of sorts Sinking my mind, my soul, Into a pit of insanity To the point where I myself join in the slandering And aspersing of my own being In order to make it all stop. just for a second. So I can please all those around And calm my paranoia down While shoving my true feelings down my throat. The only thing getting me through it, Telling myself it’s not. my. fault.
What am I doing?
Do something for yourself, don't let anyone judge who you are.