My arms pain from lifting myself up.
Everyone is so kind, it's almost too much
to bear. It's overwhelming to think
that they might actually care
about The Outsider.
The "finds a corner so she can hide"-er.
The girl who you think looks sad,
Doesn't smile, or perhaps is even mad.
But no, I am none of these things.
I just feel like my calm nature is hanging by a string.
So really- it's no big deal.
I have dealt with this horrible feeling
for years.
And although your kind words brought forth unexpected tears,
I think I am no longer a blob of grey.
I'd, like to think I'm doing great.
I guess I could put myself out there and interact
but the stress of that alone is enough to give me an anxiety attack
so please- be kind to The Outsider.
But not too kind; you might upset her.
My first HelloPoetry Poem! Please feel free to give me constructive critique, or tell me what you like!