Always been a little socially awkward
But it hurt when you called me a coward
Yes, I know I can't really raise my voice
It seems like it, but this isn't my choice
Yeah, I know I don't have the confidence
To break out of my perpetual silence
I know I can't even buy a bag of chips
Without being nervous and reciting scripts
But does that mean I'm not as "cool" as you
Does that mean that my love is not true
Does that mean I don't deserve respect
After all, isn't everyone imperfect?
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A close friend once called me a coward because I was "too introverted". Well, I'll admit, I'm definitely quite introverted, and I hate human interactions, to the point I have social anxiety. But I could never get that word out of my head. I've done so much more than being nervous in my life, can this one thing about me justify calling me a coward? I don't think so. In the last six months itself I've tried talking to more people and opening myself to new social situations, and I've gotten much better at social interaction, although there's definitely farther to go. They themselves had been made fun of for being an introvert, so did they not see the hypocrisy in calling me a coward? I'd love to forget about the incident, and it doesn't hurt anymore, but I'll never stop thinking about the intention behind those words.
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With love,
Loonazure
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