you refuse to relate, but deep down you know you do.

Six.

Noise bothers me.

I plug my ears with two fingers as the talking grows louder.

It feels like all eyes are on me.

Stop looking, stop laughing.

Please.

I hate this feeling.

Everywhere I go I feel like someone, something is watching me.

I feel a light tap on my shoulder.

It's a man I've never seen before.

He tells me I'm okay.

"No need to worry, they aren't laughing or looking at you. I know how it feels."

He turns around and disappears into the crowd of people.

The fear of being soical and fucking up is a real issue for me.