I think I'm losing my mind
Perhaps it's already gone
I cant hear a word you're saying
I'm just a vampire at dawn

You say that you're moving away
I tell you that I don't really care
Somewhere in my mind I am frightened
But in my heart you're not there

Some people say that I'm crazy
Some people tell me that I'm mean
I could be both of those, or none of them
But that wouldn't change a thing

There are people in the streets now
There's no telling where they have been
You say that you know them, and what they do
You're just talking in your sleep again

Everywhere I go, I feel judged by people.
When I talk, I feel that people won’t understand what I say.
Maybe my voice is too deep. Or it just sounds stupid.
So I never talk. I close myself off.
I guess that’s why I don’t have any friends.

When I share my writing, I’m scared.
What if it’s garbage?
That’s why I don’t share it. Nobody will like it anyway.
When I share for feedback, all I get is the same thing:
“I like it.”
…But what did you like about it? It’s so unclear.
That’s why I don’t improve. What am I supposed to improve on if I don’t know?

Judgment is terrifying to me.
How can anyone do all these things without fear?
Giving presentations, standing in front of crowds…
It just makes me all sweaty. My heart palpitates.
How is so easy for everyone else to get themselves out there?
…Maybe, it isn’t Maybe everyone else is just as scared as I am.
Or maybe, they just do things, not caring at all about what anyone says.

I think I should do that too.