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SirNickless Dec 2012
They look at me and smile.
They simply say,
"Tell me about yourself."

I freeze,
my social anxiety builds,
and builds.
Uncomfortable I look away.

I think, tell you about me?
Well I can't, I don't know...
Me.

I look back with a smile.
I tip my hat and simply say,
"I like hats."

They laugh.

— The End —