I'm afraid to walk
Into a room full of people
I'm afraid to go to work
I know the people will stare
I'm afraid to read out loud
I know I'll mess up somewhere
I'm afraid to smile
Someone is bound to think it's ugly
I'm afraid to sing because afterwards
No one will hug me
To tell me I did good
Don't worry I know that it was terrible
Forget about my feelings
For they are sparable
I like this person
But oh well I'll soon push him away
Anxiety is a bitch because
I know that he'll leave anyway
In reality none of these things are true
But in a life ruled by mental illness
Over thinking, being scared, and pushing people away...
It's all I ever do
