I Wonder Why

Poem on all my high school angst/reminiscence about my social awkwardness. A few examples for context:

Standing on the fringe of a group of people you know in class, no idea how to insert yourself into the conversation.
Passing someone you know in the hall, you don't know if you should smile or greet them so you avoid eye contact completely and stare at the ground as you pass.
Not wanting to ask the teacher a question in class so emailing them after class.
Waiting near your friends locker afterschool, feeling embarrassed by all the people around, you leave and text them to meet you in the back of the library.

My best friend didn't never got my feelings when I told them about this stuff, so I hope some strangers can relate instead.