I walk alone
Everyone else has a friend
I wonder why I don't
Is it the way I look?
Is it the way I talk?
Is it the way I present myself?
Is it because I like books?
Is it the way I walk?
Maybe they only care for themselves
Maybe it's my social anxiety
I'm too scared to speak to strangers
Getting to know people is scary
The idea makes my heart sprint
Nobody wants to be the first to speak
The world is based on cliques
If you don't fit in then you walk alone
I fit in nowhere
I'm quiet
I read books
I'm not super smart
But I try my best
Mom tells me to just try to talk
But I'm too scared
The fear of judgement takes over
The fear of rejection is stronger
Maybe one day I'll have a friend
But for now I'll wait
For now I can dream
For now I will wonder
where is my friend?
YOU ARE READING
teen thoughts.
PoesíaI write poetry when I get bored. it's all just about my thoughts and what goes through my head that I can somewhat put into words.
