I'm bored and I don't know what to write.

So I'm just gonna write a poem off the top of my head...

Um....Let's give this a go....?

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You bite the bottom lip of insecurity,

It's humanity escaping down your lips.

Red face in a crowd of blurred faces,

Voices echoing behind a closed brain.

New colours of brown, blue, green stare you down,

Fear knocking at your ribs.

Your name? It's a stutter.

Averted eyes, sweaty palms shielding your cheeks.

Laughter, gossip, buzzing around an empty hall.

You're deaf to it.

Smiling faces covering your features.

Erasing you.

Words choke you, kill you.

Eye's like bullets, ripping through your soul.

You begin to collapse in on yourself,

Hoping no one will notice your walls drawing closer to you.

The question "Are You Okay?".

The world around you fades into darkness as you tremble,

Waiting for the light of the bell to set you free.

Back to your isolation.

Locked away from new faces.

Please. Hurry.

///

Well....

I ended up writing about my social awkwardness...

I can't talk to new people. I shake like nuts.

This happened to me on Thursday when I had to meet other kids my age and socialise for a programming I signed up for...

I was shaking, BRIGHT red, and almost cried when they asked me "Are you okay?", because that meant that they noticed me being weird.

GOD, I need to get over this soon.

Meh, there's the kinda poem.